Chapter 3

I finally reach school. My dad drove me; thank fucking God, because if my mom did it, she would embarrass me to no end. Or worse…Eve. A shiver crawls along my spine. Just thinking about her gives me the creeps.

I get out of the car, but my dad touches my shoulder to get me to look back.

“Remember that you have an appointment after school,” he says sternly. “Don’t forget.”

“Whatever,” I reply nonchantly.

“Yule!”

Oh, my fucking God! It’s her, the demon.

I take off at full speed into the school.

“Yule, come back!” cries a distant voice.

‘Kay, I have to keep up my A game. Last time I let my guard down, it all went to hell.

By the time I reach my friends, I’m out of breath. I collapse on the floor, my usual spot, in what my friends and I call “The Corner”. It’s located on the second floor of our school in, well, a corner. The school is craptacular and way under funded. Oh well, I’ll be leaving soon, anyways. Suckers!!

“Hey,” I say to my friends, Heather, Kyle, Andrew, Daniel, and Shannon.

They all grunt in reply, except for Shannon who actually graces me with a reply.

Note to self: give Shannon a cookie.

“I love you,” I deadpan, staring at her.

She just looks at me. Her brown eyes say “I’m going to kill you”, but I know in her heart she really loves me…okay that’s a lie. She’s artsy, and, a critic, and way too smart for her own good…and also a compulsive liar. Never believe her. EVER. Last time she told me that she was moving to Florida, so I set up this whole Good-bye extravaganza. When she didn’t show up the past 3 hours…lets just say I was furious and looked like a total idiot.I still never learned my lesson. At least I’m not as gullible as Joyce, poor girl. She’ll never be the same again.

Speaking of Joyce, I see her talking to someone across the hall. I take this opportunity to glomp and grope her from behind...her boobs are a little bigger...Estrogen level?

“Hello, lovely wife!”

I hear a scream, and a searing pain begins to grow across my face.

“Do I know you?!” She looks at me, shocked.

Oh…shit, she has a French accent… Hawt, I think I’m going to have a orgasm on the floor.

Shannon yells across the hall,“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, this is Joyce’s cousin, Simone. She moved from Montreal last week”.

She looks a lot like Joyce, except she has slanted, dark brown eyes…more Asian looking, whereas Joyce has almond shaped green eyes. I size her up…definitely same height. About 5’4” and the same long brown hair and slender body.

“Howdy, I’m Toby,” I greet with a cheery smile.

She just looks at me like I’m a dirty old pervert.

“Oh, yes, I’m bi, but the whole school knows that. Dahlin’, that’s like totally old news,” I drawl with a roll of my eyes and an annoying valley girl tone.

She looks kind of scared, so I take this opportunity to hug her and plant a big wet kiss on her lips. Now she just looks petrified.

The sound of the bell rings throughout the school, distracting me from the terrified French girl in front of me. I head for my first class, shouting at the stupid douche bags that are in my way to fuck off and get an education. It takes about seven minutes to get to my English class. Stupid Grade Tens think they own the school…well, I’ll show them. A smirk spreads across my face.

I decide to skip English and go to my special place. I head to the back of the school, to a door that says ‘utility room’, next to the janitor’s closet. At first glance, it just looks like a regular closet, but behind a bunch of curtains and a pile of shit there is a narrow door, leading down an equally narrow hallway to another door. Behind it is a medium-sized room containing a bed, a desk, and all my pictures and lights hanging up on the walls.

I close the door and lock it behind me, moving to take a set at my teacher’s desk, where I start doodling pictures of Godzilla.

“Nice drawing, Mr. Callaghan,” remarks a voice from behind me.

I jump out of my seat in surprise. I didn’t even hear him approach. Freaky…but sexy in a stalkerish way.

“Uhhh…” I reply intelligently. He is seriously like freaking Houdini.

I’m only standing a few feet away from my music teacher, Mr. O’Connor. He moved here from Scotland five years ago and decided to come to Canada for a change of pace. The first time I met him was in grade nine. I got a detention for graffiti-ing my name in the boys’ washroom; it was a piece of art. Anyway, the first time I saw Mr. O’Connor, I basically ended up having sex with him in the detention hall. It was because of his luscious light red hair and brown eyes, and a body like a GOD.

I could seriously have sex with him ‘til I died.

Without realizing it, I find myself kissing him. My mind’s clouded by lust. Nothing but, I want to fuck, I want to fuck, FUCK ME RIGHT NOW! is going through my mind.

He slides his hand between my legs, cupping my fucking penis through my boxers. I groan in satisfactionand shove my hand down his pants in return. He moans, sounding as though he hasn’t had this in a long time. This is just soooo fucking hawt; I love it. I’m getting hard, and he wraps his hand around my shaft, fingertips brushing my balls through the fabric – oh cheese and crackers! It’s so intoxicating that I push him on the bed and rip all of his clothes off. Somehow he’s on top of me, and my pants and boxers are at my ankles…heh, I have ducky underwear. He slides his fingers under my dick, running his knuckles against the skin, an- OMG. He rolls my balls between his fingers, barely touching – my God. Then he slowly moves his head against my hip bone, holding me in place and…and…his hair…strands glide over my dick…oohhh…My eyes roll back in my skull, and I grab onto his shoulders. His blowjobs are heaven.

I guess he has to be good at this; he blows in his trumpet everyday…hehehe.

I start to snicker, but I’m distracted by him deep-throating me.

“Oh, God…oh, God…fuck, fuck…Jesus…” I’m panting, groaning.

This is so fucking sexy. I wish I was taping it.

I should be alarmed by this, you know having sex with a teacher, but I’ve been doing this for so long, I don’t fucking care anymore.

Oh, God, he’s running his tongue over the tip, sucking harder….ah…ah…oh, God…uuuh…uhm…I can’t…even…fucking…GOD!

With a final groan, I come in his mouth. I can feel each of his swallows, and it makes me shiver. I’m just lying there, panting like a dog.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he states commandingly. I don’t really care. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and murmurs, “This will be fun.”

Smiling, he shoves into me, making my cry out. Oh, holy Jesus, I’m in Heaven.

Afterwards, as we’re both lying in bed, panting like fucking zoo animals (probably because we’ve been acting like animals), I ask him with a distant voice, “Do you like me?”

He looks at me seriously. “Of course, Yu-”

“Don’t call me that,” I interrupt, annoyed.

“Sorry. But Toby, I like you. You’re a good kid, and minus the sleeping around and whoring yourself out part, you’re a very smart boy.”

After he’s gotten himself under control, Mr. O’Connor rises, gets dressed and leaves. I fall asleep. Stupid penis.

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I wake up, stretching. Hm, two o’clock…not bad. I think I deserve a treat.

I get up, pulling on my clothes, and leave the room, heading outside. I want to take pictures… Wait, where the hell is my bag? SHIT! I totally forgot about my bag… My baby! My camera...my beautiful camera! I’m enraged with the fact that I’ve lost my bag, and start cursing loudly. People are probably assuming I escaped from the psychiatric hospital, but I don’t care. I kick a tree, rip the grass, and crush flowers underneath my feet. I’m the Hulk and Godzilla’s offspring.

Suddenly, I’m on the ground, nose filled with the smell nature. Something heavy is on me. I strain my neck to look back, and find that it’s next-door neighbour dude sitting on me.

“What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?” I growl, glaring.

He drops my bag in front of me and stands up before walking away. As he goes, he says, “You owe me.”

What is that supposed to mean?

I shuffle through my bag to see if everything is still there; it is.I look at my watch, realizing only fifteen minutes are left until school is over. Guess I’ll walk home, then.

It takes an hour and forty-five minutes to reach home. Come to think of it, I could have taken the bus... Oh well, at least I got some fresh air. But if I’d run here, it would have taken me less time… Pfft, hell no, not in these scrumpdidalyumptous pants.

I coo at my pants, telling them how sexy they are as I take the keys out of my side bag and unlock the door. I shed my winter coat, scarf, and shoes like snakeskin, and make my way to my room. I open the drawer beside my bed, pulling out my medication. Popping the pills in my mouth, I throw the bottle back, and fall on my bed. God, I’m tired. I quickly fall asleep, dreaming about my fabulous pants. Mmm…pants.