“Ugh, you Saint.” I shoved the lunch tray to the side and grabbed the napkins in Mr. Way’s bottom drawer.
“What class do you have next?” He asked.
“P.E.” I replied.
“Oh. Good, after that?”
“English.” I tilted my head in curiousity. What was he getting at?
“Oh. Perfect, you guys have a substitute in English. Alright, I’ll write you off for the rest of the day.” He gleamed.
“Eh? Why? Don’t you have class too? ” I raised an eyebrow.
“Nah. I’m always free for the last two periods of the day. I normally just grade papers and shit.” He shrugged.
“So.. why am I skipping?”
“Why do you think?” He gave a low chuckle and pushed the plate of brownies in front of me.
“…”
“Mr. Way… Those aren’t what I think they are right?” I spoke barely above a whisper.
“Oh they totally are. And you’re going to help me eat them.” He grinned from ear to ear.
“Here? Now?” My jaw dropped.
“Yep. What’s wrong? Last time I checked you were little miss rebel. Sneaking into the school to have sex, getting shot and all.” He laughed.
“You have a serious drug problem.” I groaned in frustration.
“Hey. Do you want in or not? I’m not sharing so you can sit here and bitch at me.” He grimaced.
I thought for a moment, ignoring the obnoxious ‘jeopardy waiting tune’ he was whistling.
“Hell yeah. Alright, I’m in.” I nodded confidently.
“Awesome.” He placed two brownies on my napkin and did the same for him.
I’d never had pot brownies before so I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited.
“How much did you use?” I bit into the brownie.
“An ounce.”
“Holy shit, where did you get that much weed?” I almost choked.
“I have my ways.” He shrugged and shoved a whole brownie into his mouth at once.
I mimicked him and giggled.
“Hory shet. Mr. Way. These are amazing.” I said with a mouth full of brownie.
“Chew your food kid.” He shook his head and laughed.
“And call me Gerard. Mr. Way always makes me feel so old.”
I blinked, Gerard? That’ll be hard to adjust to. Mr. Way has always been Mr. Way. In a way it made me feel closer to him though.
“Okay, Gerard.”
-2 hours and a whole plate of brownies later. –
“Mkaaaaay, Lanaaa. So fess up, have you and Frank bumped uglies yet?” Gerard sneered.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Noooooooo. Stuuupid.” I snorted.
“You gotta tell the truth!” He gasped.
“Noooo! I’m still a virgin.” I started sobbing dramatically.
“Whaaaat? Oh gurrrrllll! You’re missing out!” He laughed.
“I know! But he wont do it yet, he’s torturing me.” I continued to sob.
“Oh my god, I’m soooo fucking baked.” I buried my head in my arms.
“Hahahahaha, me toooo.” Gerard replied.
“How come he won’t have sex with me? Is there something wrong with me?” I turned to Gerard and sighed.
“Noooo, he’s just being an idiot. You’re so haawt. I’d do you!” He yelled.
“Shhhh!” I giggled.
“Nooooooo, I can say whatever I want silly! Schools overrrr!” He ‘pffftd’ at me.
“Oh. Oh my gawd okay. Then why don’t we do it!” I gasped as if I’d just had a eureka moment.
“Do whaaat?” He raised an eyebrow groggily.
“Sex!!!” I bit my lip in excitement.
“Oh my god! Okay!” He gasped as well and we both started laughing hysterically.
“Come ‘ere sexy.” I beckoned him forward with a finger sarcastically and he stalked over to me as if he were doing a comedy skit.
I hopped onto his desk and spread my legs, to which he filled the gap between them with his body and grabbed my waist. I raised my hands to his face and pulled it forward, crashing my lips against his.
It got heated almost too quickly as our hips started grinding into each other. I was so high that one second I had my tongue mixed up with his and the next our shirts were on the floor, but I didn’t even remember taking them off.
I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor.
“Take your pants off, Gerard.” I grinned deviously.
Chapter Twenty Two
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