It wasn't like I had a choice in this matter. I know I never had a choice anyway. After all, this girl was irresistible, & who am I to deny her?
Who am I to deny her, under me, asking me if she could take my virginity away? Who am I to deny an offer...
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Walking down the hallways of my disgusting high school, I come face to face with the locker I've been using for almost 4 years. This is the start of my senior year and I'm very much excited to leave this school—this hell hole. It's never been easy being a nerd, after all, having to get used to the slushies and the bullying, but now I can say to all those popular kids who torture us, nerds, out there that they can bring whatever cold ice slushy they got because after graduating, it's going to be us throwing money at their faces.
"Hey, Knowles!"
Scrunching my eyebrows as I turn around on the heel of my foot, I swivel to face the opposite direction of my locker and all about losing my breath as I see the football star, Kanye West, walking towards me with a smirk on his face and a rusty bucket of slushy.
I gasp as I try to make a run for it but it seems like I'm outnumbered because there's a guy who's surprisingly behind me and holds my arms steady—keeping me in place. While the others just watch me like a hawk. What am I? A mouse?
"Where do you think you running off to, Knowles?" chuckles Kayne as he stops just in front of me, his smirk only getting wider. "Don't think its over yet—you're still in high school."
Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes to avoid what could be a burning syrup attack when all of a sudden the guy holding me in place pokes my rib and I jerk my eyes open to squirm in pain but of course—what more pain can there be when Kayne throws a bucket of slushy at my face?
Ugh.
"Welcome back Knowles!" shouts Kayne as he and his minions laugh and high-five each other while walking to the other side of the corridor, talking endlessly about how great it feels to drench my eyes with cold-ice liquid.
I groan, not bothering to move for a while because it really hurts when I feel a hand touch my shoulder. Taking a peek, I half-smile as my best friend, John, frowns at me then glares at the direction where the footballers went.
"Hey John." I coughed, wiping my face which actually didn't help much.
He turns to me and smiles sympathetically. "Hey Bey, sorry I didn't make it on time. Chrissy was on the phone."
John's also in the football team—he's actually a bigger star than Kayne but he doesn't act like Kayne. No, John's the football team captain because he moves like a ninja and everyone respects him but since Kayne is co-captain, he still has the power to do whatever he wants as long as John isn't around. It's like some kind of rule.
Either way, I'm lucky to have him as a bestfriend.
"It's okay, its my 'last first day of school slushy' for the rest of my life, I might as well enjoy it." I joked, flicking the cubes of colored ice away from my sweater—which is now a shade of red. "Ugh, I should've worn a different sweater."
