(In biology)
Michelle's POV: I put my feet up against the chair ahead of me as I listened to the constant ticking of the clock. Instead of looking at my paper, my eyes stayed glued to the person two seats up.
His hair, greasier than any of the school pizzas from the lunch line stuck out of random areas on his head. The ends of the hair were split unevenly and it seems a new family of lice was beginning to settle down on it.
My eyes traveled to his lower body. A thick, flabby slab of skin jutted our from under his shirt. His intensely curvy body was as sexy as any overflowing toilet could be.
Just then, he turned around, catching me staring.
No, she caught me staring.
The very person-model placed before me went by "Syeetha."
I took a peek at his paper, his answers all displayed for me. Most were D's. But I didn't want that D..
His-her hand shot up in the air.
What a snitch.
"Mr Travis, I'm being violated."
And just like that, I dropped everything, my self esteem included, and ran off leaving everything behind.
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Coming out of the closet
FanfictionHelping a fellow follower come out of his closet and be the real him ~ be you, drop the charade - he's acc straight.. like a circle No but rlly he's straight and no hate NOTE: this is a joke (haha so am I ): and it'll be purposely cringey. I'll pr...
