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A string of thought and events.

      His eyes pierced me as I walked to my seat. I sat down next to him, smiled and looked at the teacher. My temples throbbed. ‘Shit, I shouldn’t drink that much on a ---what is his hand doing on my leg.’ I pushed it away. ‘The hell was that? Fuckin hell. I mean he’s admired by all but this isn’t acceptable. Ok ok. Time to listen to the teacher. Fuck. I’m not getting any of this. Fuckin hangover. What the hell is he doing? He thinks he can just put his hands where he wants to huh?’
      “What’s your problem!?!”
      “Nothing,” His hand moved away from my knee….up. “Last night was great”
      “Fuck off.” I tried moving his hand but failed. He’s too strong. ‘Last night? The hell happened last night? Shit. Oh, shit. We screwed didn’t we? Shit fuck shit. I hate when he looks at me like that. Why is he looking at me like that? Damn it. Just look away. Yes, look at the teacher. FUCK. Could he just move his hand away from my ---- oh my gd. His hand is on my fuckin crotch. But it’s nice. No. no. It’s not. I don’t like it. No. no. so good—no. no. Shit the teacher is staring. Fuck. Fuck.’
      “Jake, I understand that you’re a big shot and all. But keep you’re hands to yourself.” The teacher saved me. Jake’s hand only began to foundle my crotch.
      “Stop,” I hiss. ‘A reason. I’ll give him a reason to stop.’ “We’re in class. It’s embarrassing.”
      “No, I want them all to see how much I love you. Even if I get a detention. Even if you get a detention. We often meet at detention don’t we?” We’re both regular visitors, so what? Fuck. Jake’s lips on mine. ‘What the hell does he think he’s doing!?! Fuck the class is staring I know it, I feel it. What the hell does he think he—oh, his tongue is so---no no no. FUCK. Why can’t I stop myself? So good. NO NO!!! FUCKKK!!’
      “That’s enough,” the teacher’s warning flies by. Jake and I don’t stop. “You asked for it. Jake, Josh, 60 minute detentions for both of you.” Fuck.

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A string of thought and events.

      His eyes pierced me as I walked to my seat. I sat down next to him, smiled and looked at the teacher. My temples throbbed. ‘Shit, I shouldn’t drink that much on a ---what is his hand doing on my leg.’ I pushed it away. ‘The hell was that? Fuckin hell. I mean he’s admired by all but this isn’t acceptable. Ok ok. Time to listen to the teacher. Fuck. I’m not getting any of this. Fuckin hangover. What the hell is he doing? He thinks he can just put his hands where he wants to huh?’
      “What’s your problem!?!”
      “Nothing,” His hand moved away from my knee….up. “Last night was great”
      “Fuck off.” I tried moving his hand but failed. He’s too strong. ‘Last night? The hell happened last night? Shit. Oh, shit. We screwed didn’t we? Shit fuck shit. I hate when he looks at me like that. Why is he looking at me like that? Damn it. Just look away. Yes, look at the teacher. FUCK. Could he just move his hand away from my ---- oh my gd. His hand is on my fuckin crotch. But it’s nice. No. no. It’s not. I don’t like it. No. no. so good—no. no. Shit the teacher is staring. Fuck. Fuck.’
      “Jake, I understand that you’re a big shot and all. But keep you’re hands to yourself.” The teacher saved me. Jake’s hand only began to foundle my crotch.
      “Stop,” I hiss. ‘A reason. I’ll give him a reason to stop.’ “We’re in class. It’s embarrassing.”
      “No, I want them all to see how much I love you. Even if I get a detention. Even if you get a detention. We often meet at detention don’t we?” We’re both regular visitors, so what? Fuck. Jake’s lips on mine. ‘What the hell does he think he’s doing!?! Fuck the class is staring I know it, I feel it. What the hell does he think he—oh, his tongue is so---no no no. FUCK. Why can’t I stop myself? So good. NO NO!!! FUCKKK!!’
      “That’s enough,” the teacher’s warning flies by. Jake and I don’t stop. “You asked for it. Jake, Josh, 60 minute detentions for both of you.” Fuck.