Franny
"harry, please move away. i can't be seen with peasants." i shade my face from everyone passing in the hallway. he shakes his head, laughing at me. bitch what's funny?
"do you know where the gym is?" harry asks, trying to make an excuse to spend more time with me. oh please!
"it's literally right there." i point straight up ahead. he looks around, looking everywhere but the gym. oh my fucking god, is he okay? i sigh and direction his head towards the gym.
"oh. thank you, love." he gives me a large smile. does he know what toothpaste is? i wave him off before continuing on with my schedule. i see my acquaintance, Georgia down the hall. she spots me and runs up to me, excitedly.
"oh.my.gawd! Franny, you didn't tell me that you're dating the new, hot, british boy." she spits a little. i try to control myself and let out a sigh before speaking.
"i'm not, dumb trash bag. we're just partners in some project. he's fucking ugly, what does everyone see in him?" i roll my eyes and grunt. i see why everyone likes him. this school has no cute boys, harry is the closest to being hot. i wonder if some of the boys are girls though.
"he's a mega hottie! you've caught his eye, Franny!" she squeals. i cover her mouth to show her that i am not in the mood for her annoying ass voice. she nods and stays quiet.
"i guess i better poke his eyes out then because i don't want him." she laughs and shakes her head.
"or you could poke his dick." she winks. i slap her before walking away for class. she knows i don't like dicks, they're weird. one time someone tried to show me theirs, i threw up. i wonder how it feels, having a sock down there?
are they all the same color?
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ducks with vaginas .
