Thongs; Beacon to all Boys
There it was. Glowing bright neon green, its sparkles illuminating the dull
hallway. The thin piece of fabric hiked up all the way from the girl's
backside to her waist, visible for all to see. Pale flesh bulged from the
confines of the too-tight black jeans, while a white midriff tank top clung
to the owner's body. A V-neck cut down to reveal the distinctive line of
Wiggle. . . jiggle. . . flop. . . ba-boing!
Right in front of me was the beacon to all high-school boys. Right. And
that is supposed to be attractive.HOW? And I, innocently making my way to
Biology, was stuck in the enormous crowd of teenagers, behind Miss I-like-
voluntarily-sticking-up-my-ass. That should be a signal to some lustful
guys right? Apparently, because the silent guy from my study hall had his
eyes finally glued to something else besides his Lord of the Rings; The
Return of the King book.
Meanwhile, the green beacon turned right with about a dozen eyes following.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, and kept walking. That's when I saw Miss Pink
Stripes. . .