Only bad girls will get good grades

Last Class. Art. My nerves for after this class have been jumping. Im freaking out here. This class will be over in thirty minutes And I dont think I could be more worried about this.

Freddy was more than excited to bug me about it too, Saying Im gonna get a piece of that fine ass and Im gonna get the D. I kept repeating that its never gonna happen But all I could resort to was a simple eye roll
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It was the middle of the class When I knew I needed to get out of this. I Dont wanna know what he wants to say. I dont know whether its because Im scared or what but Im getting outta here.
As the last bell rings through the classes and the hallways, I zoom out of my chair and towards the door.

"Clarissa!" I hear the damned voice of Mr. Way calls. God Damnit. I turn around on my heels, Trying my hardest to have an innocent smile as my straightened ombre-d blue hair swooshes around my face, before landing where it was before.

"Yes?" I ask, feigning innocence. I looks behind me and closes the door. Then, he pushes me against it, But not in a harmful way.

"I think we both know why I asked you to stay." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist as his mouth moves towards my neck.

"Y-Yeah" I stumble out nervously as his lips lightly suck on my neck. " I guess so" I feel his warm breath free a chuckle as I hold back the moan thats building within me.

"Does this mean you actually like me? Does the oh so strong Clarissa Admit defeat?" I guess you could say my senses were knocked back into me. My hands reached off his waist to his chest where I nudged him away.

" I dont Know what your talking about" I say trying to turn around to head out the door. But he just pushes himself on me yet again, keeping my back on the door. He clicks his tongue three times in a mock disappointed way.

"You are a bad liar Ms. Jackson." And with that his lips reach mine. At first I try to not respond, keeping my lips together. Almost glued. But when his hand went through my blue hair, tugging lightly, I gave in.

My arms went around his neck. My mouth freed itself from its containment.
He takes his chance, entertaining himself as He searches through my mouth. He pulls us away from the door, hearing it jiggle from the relief of pressure.

He spins us around, letting us fall onto the art table with him on top of me. His hands travel their way from my hair to my shirt, slipping under it in a secretive way.

When he pulls away, I see his sly smirk grow on his face.

"So I guess you do admit defeat." He says. I glare playfully towards him.

"Asshole" I say. He just leans down and kisses me, Instantly getting back to where we were. I pull his shirt up, revealing his non-Hairy, Slightly toned, porclain skin on his chest. He Backs up from kissing me, only to let us pull our shirts off.

He looks in my eyes, Smiling a goofy smile. His hair is slighly tossled, either from what we just did or pulling off his shirt. I look bacm and he slightly nods, His eyes almost glowing as he falls back onto me.

My lips latch back with his And we continue to kiss. . .

Until the fucking Door opens. Mr. Way and I both tense.

" 'Bout Fuckin' Time."I hear a Green haired gay boy say. Thank God.

"Oh, Its only you." I sigh out, relieving the stress that had built up in only a mere second.

"You should feel fucking lucky its only me." He says, putting a hand on his hips. I feel Mr. Way sigh ontop of me and untenses. He pushes himself up and off of me and pulls his shirt on, then passes me mine.

I pull mine over my head and all the way down, fixing it to fit right. Then, I look up at Freddy again, Seeing his little smirk play on his lips.

"Told ya you were gonna get the D."
And then Mr.Way laughs.

I'm Surrounded By Idiots

Notes

So this is originally on wattpad but i wanted to share it on here too, just for the hell of it. and now i am on a hunt for a shirtless picture of gerard way. HELP MEEEE!!