SEX

Chapter 1

So, this is my first time writing something like this, ever. Uh, I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry the chapter is a bit short, I'll work on making the chapters longer in the future.

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SEX

I've never enjoyed the concept of sex. The word alone makes me want to vomit, and Sex Ed was the worst. Most of my Sex Ed classes back in Junior High were spent with me covering my ears, trying to drown out the filth that rancid old Mrs Goalsberry spat out. I'll tell you, Sex Ed for a guy is NOT fun when it's being taught by a cryptic old hag. Sex, is gross. It always has been and it always will be. That mindset led little old me into being the only senior at Woodrow who hasn't done it yet. I'm serious. Over the summer, everyone managed to get themselves laid. Well, everyone except me that is. A few weeks ago, just after school had started, Meagan Munroe somehow found out I was still a virgin. Word got out, and that's how I was bestowed the nickname "Cock Locke". It's a play on my name, Kevin Locke, and I think it represents that my penis is somehow locked, and I'll never have sex. What's worse is, it was Cory, my best friend, who came up that name. Sometimes I just feel he doesn't like me as much as a best friend should. That really makes me sad because Cory and I have been friends since we were kids and...

"LOCKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?!"

Those shrill words snapped me out of my trance.

"Wha-what?" I managed to utter in my dazed state.

"ARE YOU, OR ARE YOU NOT, LISTENING TO ME TEACH YOU?!"

I looked up to see who was shrieking at me. It was Mr Solomon, my Math teacher. Suddenly, everything came flooding back to me. I was at school, in my Math class. I had simply been put to sleep by Mr Solomon's notoriously boring voice.

"Um, yes, yes I'm listening, Sir," I replied, trying not to slur.

"Really? Well, it looked to me as if you were day-dreaming. You best hope it was about Math, or you're heading straight to detention."

He then glared at me with his beady little eyes. Not only was his voice school famous, but he had a reputation of sending people (mainly, mostly, always me) to detention without warning. Like, one minute he'd appear completely placid, and the next, he'd shove a detention slip in my face, and bark at me to "get out of his classroom".

"Yeah," I started, "I was totally dreaming about Math and how if you divide a square number... by its square root... you get... the square root... as well?"

Mr Solomon pointed to the board, while he dug into his pocket for the detention slip with my name on it. I swear, everyday he pre-writes detention slips for me.

"Today's lesson, Kevin, WAS ABOUT TRIGONOMETRY, NOT SQUARE ROOTING!" Mr Solomon screamed, while throwing a balled up detention slip at me. 

Quietly, I stood up and shuffled to the door.

"Have fun at detention Cock Locke!" 

I turned around and looked over at the back corner of the classroom. There sat Samuel Cartill. He was well known throughout the school for being the classic "school bully". He would jump at any chance he could to humiliate, torment, or just be mean in general towards the school's pupils, and even sometimes the teachers too. 

I looked back at Mr Solomon in confusion. He stared at me in defeat, before telling Sam to get up and go with me.

"What? Why? I didn't even do anything, I was just having some fun." Sam attempted to justify himself.