Time Stamp: 11:40 pm. October 6th, 1998.
Location: The Cafeteria
On my way out of my fourth period class, I was stopped by one of Jamia's friends, Lindsey Ballato. She grabbed my shoulder as I passed her, and began to dig through her bra with her free hand. "Here." She said, producing a piece of folded paper from her cleavage and thrusting her hand towards me. I gingerly took the note, "Thanks."
She smiled brightly, and began to walk away, "Wait, Lindsey! Can you do me a favor?" I said. "What is it?" She asked. "Can you tell Jamia I went to the nurse because I was being choked out by a bully?" I asked.
She sighed, "Fine..."
And then she walked off, a swing in her hips, her heels clicking on the cold tiles as she went to find Jamia and Pete.
Usually, I eat lunch with Jamia and her friends, Lindsey, Pete, and Andy, but today I went off to find Ronnie. I'm pretty sure that Pete and Jamia were fucking. It wouldn't surprise me, they were both total whores.
I easily found my tall tattooed friend. He waved me over, shoving his friend Ryan out of the way when I approached. "Hey there little buddy." He said, a smirk dancing across his lips. "Join me outside for a cigarette?" He waved a box of smokes, and a lighter in my face teasingly. I could smoke a pack a day, sadly.
I snatched the box from him, "Let's go."
I followed him through the crowd until we were outside.
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Time Stamp 12:05 pm. October 6th, 1998.
Location: Behind The School
"Nnngg~" The little noises that left my lips as Ronnie grinded against me were a little embarrassing.
The older boy had his hands planted firmly on my hips, and my feet weren't touching the ground. Ronnie was grinding against me a little, attacking my exposed neck and throat, leaving little red love bites to flower on my skin in a pattern that resembled choking marks. I was moaning almost silently.
Ronnie was always good at biting his tongue, and keeping quiet.
"Guys, you've got like five minutes. Compose yourselves and get inside!" Ryan said, his voice sound disgusted as he poked his head outside.
I dropped the ground, and Ronnie leaned in real close, planting a kiss on my lips. "I want to see you tonight." He growled in my ear. "Yes sir!" I said, thinking of things that would kill my erection. The first thing that came to mind was the bruises on my hips from Ronnie's fingers. That made my pants tighten more.
The thought of my crazy bitch girlfriend did the trick.
No cigarettes were smoked. today.
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Time Stamp: 12:15 pm. October 6th, 1998.
Location: 5th period, Chemistry
I fished the note out of my pocket to read it.
The heading wasn't "Dear Frank", as usual, but instead it said, "Dear Princess,".
I continued to read.
"Dear Princess,
You asked four questions, by the way, but I will answer all four of them.
The baby crossed the road because he was stapled to the chicken.
I don't know if I should rant about Mikey. It may not be the best idea for my emotional stability, or your views on me, but I'll try later on in this letter. If I stop, it's because I'm getting sad, and if there is liquid on the paper, it's because I was crying.
I think I do know what love feels like. I think I loved Mikey. If I did, then I know what it feels like. Love. If I do know what it feels like, if I am right, then I think I'm starting to feel it again. Just a little, for one of my friends... I can't say who though.
The most embarrassing thing I've ever done? Well, one time, my brother and I were playing a game in the living room, and he was sitting on the coffee table directly in front of me. I was sitting on the couch. I was leaning forward, and rocking back and fourth, and I face-planted on Mikey's dick. It was before our whole relationship thing, but we both liked each other, and it was awkward as hell.
Am I a top of a bottom? I am a switch, though I prefer to be on top. I change to accommodate a dominate partner. Mikey and I would take turns on top or bottom. We would switch every time. Weird, right?
My name... you want to know my name? You can call me Gee. That's all you can know for now though, because I want to keep my identity secret. Maybe I will tell you my full name at another time if you're lucky.
And I suppose you are right about lunch. I'll keep her away from you while continuing to lurk in the shadows like the creepy stalker I am.
As for your questions, here they are; first off, do you have an obsession with any fictional characters, if so, who and why? Secondly, what's your favorite colour?
Here's my rant about Mikey.
Mikey was the most amazing brother one could ever want. He was funny, and caring, and sweet, and shy, and slightly rebellious. He was adorable and awkward, and honestly, it should have been me sent to boarding school, not him. He was, admittedly, a bit troubled, but he was always okay when we were together.
I'm sorry, I have to stop because I'm starting to cry.
What is green and has wheels?
~Love Gee".
I smiled a little.
Well, at least I had something to call him now besides Friend.
I started to write my letter to him, heading it with "Geebear." I spent the rest of the class writing. After the bell rang, I couldn't make it to his locker, so I left the note with Mr. Slater, asking for him to give it to "Gee".
I was very eager for the response that I would get tomorrow as I walked to class. I was having a lot of fun with this. Gee was right...

Notes

HERE!! HAVE YOUR CHAPTER!! *Giggles manically*