"I can't do this anymore!" I said to myself, in an overly exaggerated voice. Pissed off by just how easy classes are becoming. What's the point of even trying nowadays, even if you've got a failing grade, all they do is pat you on the back, congratulating you, "good job?". Seriously? what has high school become? All this "winning doesn't matter" bullshit! "Well miss Lopez if winning doesn't matter why in the hell should I try hard to excel?" I thought, I could just image how sour my face probably looks right now.
While plowing through the recently melted, dirt brown snow, that always seemed to stick around longer on the stone walkway of O-LA high school. "Why shouldn't I just put in no effort" I said throwing my hands up dramatically and somewhat sarcastically.
Well it's not like I put in lots of effort but, were not all born with the same natural abilities. I happen to excel at remembering things, which aids me in schoolwork.
While lost in thought a loud yell from behind startled me, nearly causing me to trip, on the dirty mud like snow, that at the moment was ruining my brand new all white shoes.
"Hey Michael, wait up!" someone behind me called out. "could you not do that!?" I yelled back, somewhat playfully. Realizing that the only person who'd be so uncommonly loud. Was Gregory Thomson, if someone asked me and I was forced to answer id have to say this guy is my friend.
"Sorry, sorry Michael. It's just I need another favor" he said this in his normal awkward sparse voice, he used whenever he was asking for something unreasonable, cold sweats dripped down his face, his light green eyes couldn't stop darting everywhere. Gregory was a 6'3 guy, with bleach blonde hair, average body type not too muscular or fat, just average.
"No" I said not having any interest in being his wing man, at least not for this particular girl. "Come on please, I'm SOOO close to getting into this girls' pants! you just need to keep her equally as cute friend busy" he said moving his hands sporadically, trying to convey just how despite he was. I gave a long sigh, not really interested in doing much today.
He's been going about this date with Samantha lee, a college girl with a questionable interest in younger guys. She wasn't the most beautiful girl, really had an average face, average body, and lastly, she had a god-awful personality. The only thing Gregory liked about her was the fact that she was a college student, telling all the guys at school that he banged her would win him some "cool points" girls at school would see him as a "bad boy" and the guys would look up to him trying to learn, how he got an "older woman".
"Dude, I'm not spending another second in the presence of those two narcissistic, elitist." I said turning to walk out of the gates of the school. Gregory followed closely behind going on about, how if we seriously fucked college girls while sophomores, we be legends forever. "Think about it, Michael! what high school kid do you know that has even had sex? Even felt a girl's tits?" he damn near shouted that, "Geez keep it down, you fucking idiot!" I said somewhat amused.
Gregory wasn't a bad person or in anyway stupid, quite the contrary he got decent grades and was generally known as a great guy, someone anyone would be lucky to have as a friend. but "Dude you're way to obsessed with sex… I can… I can see your future. Oh no! your dick falls off in the near future". I said in an exaggerated voice with my finger on my temple. Mimicking those telepathy from the movies.
"Ha Ha Ha, your hilarious", he said, obviously annoyed by my insistent refusal. "Come on bro you do know that; Rebecca has a huge crush on you. Right?". He said this after a few minutes of quite walking, while we were nearing his house. Rebecca was the girl he needed me to take out, she and Samantha where best of friends, both coming from wealthy families and both having a strange interest in younger guys, though Rebecca not to the same extent as Samantha, she was 23, and a sophomore in college.
Rebecca was a blonde haired blue eyed… well freak. What else could I say, The first time I met the girl she tried to shove her tongue down my throat and give me a blow job. She had huge tits, olive skin, but all that was only meh to me at least. The thing that really made her unique was her smile. No seriously she had a smile like the actress Ruth Wilson.
The moment I saw her I was drawn to her lips, "Hello, Hello world to Michael!". We're at Gregory's front door, "she has an awful personality, both are unbearable". I said with a sigh. "But I'll go if you can promise we won't stay too long, just a quick dinner." I said in a long drawn out form. "Yes! … of course, just promise that I can tell Samantha that you'll be there".
After saying our good byes, I headed home, after a while I left the well lit street area, and found myself on a dimly lit path, you could hear the squeaks of rats and chattering of gangsters, the whole place took on a different smell. The smell of trash filled the air, obviously from all the trash on the streets.
I stepped on the drug needle that I almost always do, only this time I stopped and stared at it, it's the same one I always see. No one ever takes time out of there day to pick it up. I had no clue why I stared at it for so long, "I'm not picking this thing up. Its fucking disgusting" I thought, face filled with disgust and hatred. It took every ounce of will in my body to reach down, the path down feeling like a tiring journey.
Using my graded paper, I reached down and picked it up, "oh I got an A" I thought completely uninterested with the grade I got. With what amounted to possible HIV, aids, or any number of diseases, in my hand I walked towards the dumpster cautiously.
A voice from behind me said something "Hey if you want to get high, I've what you're looking for" "what?" I said, unable to hear him over my loud thoughts. After he noticed my confused face, he repeated what he said, "I've got what you're looking for, no need to reuse an old needle Brotha".
He was a short African American fellow, had a thick green jacket on, with baggy pants, skin darker than everyone else's, he weirdly looked similar to me, though the only real similarity was our skin and extremely dark baggy eyes. That appeared bored with every minute detail of life. "I'm not a user. I just found this needle on the ground and wanted to get it off the street". I said, almost innocently.
While looking back at him with my stern, cold dead fish eyes and somewhat annoyed by his assumption that I was a user. After a strange few exchanged gazes, he said "Oh alright, sorry… but hey if you ever need to puff puff or shoot up let me know. I'm your… brotha, brotha". His voice was oddly calming, a guy that made me feel like I knew him as a friend or something.
I've finally reached my apartment, bored out of my mind and honestly tried, tried of living really. I've been all on my own since I aged out of the orphanage, about one year ago. Now I just spending my days hanging out with Gregory and going to school. Life hasn't been much for me, the only fun I ever seem to have is the few hours of school and sometimes hanging out with Gregory, shit I just remembered. I have to get ready for the dinner date with Rebecca.
"Please god, just blow me up or something" I thought while walking towards the shower. Rebecca wasn't a particularly bad person just snobbish and a complete elitist. She said and I quote, "You're not like all those other poor people. You've got an amazing body and my full attention. NO! don't call yourself poor anymore, you're a yet to be rich person, like seriously a wealthy person trapped in a poor person's body". let's just say she's lucky, Gregory happens to be one of my only friend's other wise id give her a piece of my mind.
After my shower I called Gregory, telling him to pick me up, he gladly informed me that Samantha had picked him up and that they were on their way to my apartment. "Great" I said, actually wanting to kill myself. I was waiting on the steps of my apartment when Gregory hoped out of a limo, with two liquor bottles in his hand.
I gave off a sign and hurried over. The moment I got in the limo, Gregory and Samantha where on one side making out, Rebecca quickly grabbed my arm and lead me the opposite side of the limbo from the others. "I didn't know you lived in such a pile of shit, don't worry I can just tell you'll be amazing in the future" she said while shoving her tongue down my throat and hand down my pants. "Wow you're huge are you really 16?" she said then adding "I'm not wearing panties just for you".
"Oh really, I don't believe you how about you show me" I said trying my hardest to put on a flirty voice. Long story short she didn't have any panties on and after looking around the limo I saw a pair of bright pink panties on the floor. The ride to the restaurant consisted of kissing and her jerking me off. After a while I decided finger her.
Her pussy was extremely wet, she had what most would consider a "phat" pussy, that dripped with every little touch. Her tits where just the softest things I've ever touched. After a while of kissing she honestly lost her cool, if she ever had any.
So instead of allowing her to continue slobbering on my face I pulled my dick out. I placed my hand on her face and with my thumb I lightly caressed her lips, she clearly understood what I wanted. She hiked up her dress and got on her knees, shaking her ass while stroking my dick, when her lips touched my dick she looked up at me, honestly my eyes where lust filled, and she could tell. She then began sucking my dick, using an unnecessary amount of saliva, and trying her hardest to take it all down. I didn't care enough to look at what Gregory was doing but from what I heard they were having sex.
After about 30 mins a knock on the car door let us know that we were at the restaurant, the restaurant was on the ground floor of a huge building. It had a nature theme to it, from the outside I could see plants growing everywhere, giving the restaurant a calming feel. While inside the whole place looked beautiful, filled with all manner of plants, some with purple petals other with pink hanging from the ceiling. i could even hear running water. "I hope you like". Rebecca said, while fixing her lip stick.
"Oh, I loved it" I said, grabbing her lower back, and starring deeply into her eyes. Trying to just get through all this. I noticed the person at the counter giving me a strange look, "is something wrong" I asked, with a big child like grin on my face. obviously realizing what she was staring at. "What are you two kids doing here?" said the lady at the counter.
We're here eating a meal with these two lovely ladies" I said before being rushed over to the table by Gregory, who was obviously eagerly wanting to get the night over with so he and Samantha could go back to fucking.
The whole night was boring, my god I've watched paint drying that was better than this dinner. All it consisted of was Samantha and Rebecca telling "interesting" stories about their "crazy" life. Which was really only them spending an absurd amount of money on something. "Crazy yeah how'd you manage that" I said just going through the movements.