||Mr. Lopez||

• Something Different •

"H-Hey, M-Mr. August. You wanted me?"

He cleared his throat. "Uh, yes I did. Can you take a seat, please?"

[I sat down, sweating bullets. Why the fuck am I in here?]

"Uh, Mr. August, am I in trouble or something, cause--"

"Oh, no. I just wanted to talk to you."

I raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "About?"

"You're not like other young girls in this school, Robyn," he started, rubbing his palms together, while keeping his head down.

"I know. That's why I let hoes do their job, because if I was ever like that, which won't EVER happen, these bitches would be unemployed and wouldn't be feeding they 9,764 kids that came out they overstretched vaginas." I smiled.

"That's what I like about you, Robyn." He stood up, and grabbed my hand. "That's why I brought you in here."

I gulped, nervous of what he would say next. "For whyyyyy?"

"I-I wanted to tell you t-that," he stuttered. Was he really nervous around me?

"Mr. August, are you oka--"

[I was cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. Oh, my damn, Jesus come get me, goddamnit!!! I just died, but I need to be REVIVED, Lort!!!! I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, while he grabbed on that ass. Yasssssss, betch. When he pulled back, he straightened his tie.]

"Y-You should get back to c-class, Robyn. Just come back, same time tomorrow."

[I nodded and hurried up out'chea. I can't wait to tell Y/N, cause she ain't gon' BELIEVE this shit.]