I open my eyes to see these two kids battling each other. Drack on the ground and Orphil above him, punching the living light out of him. Everyone was in a state of shock and afraid to interfere, but it was the contrary for me. Rage was boiling up from the pit of my stomach; I walk over to them and pull them apart. I slap both of them in sync, used my body as a barrier, and began to scold them.
Maïz: Unlike you guys, some of us are looking forward to a good grade at year-end.
Drack stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth with his forearm, not taking his eyes off his adversary. They both left the room through different exits, not saying a single word. I also left the stage for a water break. Sometimes I get rather lonely; I have no real friends, and I know that everyone in this school despises me because of my sense of authority. At the end of class, I found myself bored, stressed, and overwhelmed. This feeling washed over me from out of the blue. I had a gap in my schedule, so I pulled out my phone and opened a dating app; I needed a distraction. I always put up a tough front no matter what, but I have a reason for that. I know that your readers on this platform can relate to this; as soon as you soften up and show them your damage, they start to walk over you. You need to choose the person you trust very wisely because change is a thing, and anyone can go through it in a blink of an eye.
After a while, my phone pinged, notifying me that they found a match for me; his name is Connor. I shared my location, and he met me in my dorm. I wore a fitted tank top that showed the form of my enormous bust and a skirt that's above knee length. When he knocked on the door, I opened it and jumped on him, hugging him. He held me by my waist and walked us over to the bed; he sat me down. We began the usual small talk, which was honestly starting to bore me. I had to act like I was interested in our conversation, nodding and smiling. I was getting annoyed, so I decided to lead him on. I put my arm over his shoulders and placed my leg on his thigh. I heard his heartbeat rise. I started caressing his inner thigh with my hand, making my way up to his noticeable bulge.
He stopped my hand and, with a shaky voice, claimed that he wanted to take it slow. I grinned and took this as a challenge. I sat on him cowgirl-style and removed my shirt, and his eyes widened. He groaned in frustration and looked away, and I could feel his bulge at my entrance. He picks me up, flings me on the bed, and says,
"I'm not only here for the sex."
Such a gentleman. I growled, sat up on my bed, and slapped him. I was frustrated; I wanted anything but a romantic relationship with him. I gestured, showing him the exit. He tilted his head and got the picture; he raised, and I led him to the door. I was about to shove him out of the room when suddenly the door swung open.
Orphil gazed at the both of us, then back at me. He plastered this amused look on his face. Connor brushed past Orphil exiting the room; Orphil stretches out his leg, causing Connor to trip.
Orphil POV (Point Of View):
I could tell that Mazikeen didn't have any fun because she looked frustrated. What if they were in the middle of something; what would I have walked into? Maïz is shirtless; whoever turned that down wasn't thinking straight. She walks back to her bed, and her breast bounce in rhythm, her ass jiggles under her skirt. I could feel my bulge poking through my pants. I sit on her bed, trying to conceal it.
"You look like an unsatisfied wife," I commented.
"Will you just shut up!" She yelled, flinging the pillow to my face.
She is always so aggressive. I have never once seen her be nice to anyone.
"Why are you always on guard?" I asked.
"It's never a good idea to let your guard down in this world."
"But, you can with me," I say, caressing her leg reassuring her. She flies up and punches me in my arm, sending a sharp pain through that area.
I fall to the floor groaning in pain.
"Don't ever touch me like that again,"
"Copy that." I forced out.
I get up, and this time, I sit on my bed straight across from her.
"But real talk, if you are looking for satisfaction, I am your guy."
She scoffs, "Never in a billion years,"
"Well, it's a good thing that I can surpass that age," I grin like an idiot.
She looks over to me, rolls her eyes, puts back on her shirt, and heads for the door. I quickly pull her by the hand, stopping her in her tracks, her back against my front. I whisper into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Aren't you going to wear something more appropriate before leaving?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that your name was dad. Let me go."
"No more mister nice guy, remember?" I press my bulge against her bum, and she lets go of a moan.
"Shhh! You wouldn't want them to hear us."
Abruptly she digs her nails into my neck; I instantly groan in pain. She flips me over, and I hit my back on the ground. She sits on my stomach, and I say in agony,
"You're quite rough, aren't you?"
She comes closer to my face and says,
"Stop trying to be sexy when you're clearly in pain," She giggles and taps my cheek. We stay in this position for a while, then her facial expression gradually changed. She then suddenly collapses on my chest, sobbing, damping my shirt. I was baffled. I began to ask a series of questions,
"Are you crying? Why are you crying? Are you ok? Please don't cry. It'll be alright."
"No! Just shut up, please."
I did as she told me. How can a person's emotions change so rapidly? Did I do something wrong? I was only joking. She curled up like a ball on my chest and stomach, and she squeezed my shirt tightly, ripping it. I began caressing her hair to console her, but she swiftly removed my hand.
"No, don't," She gets up and makes her way toward the front door, but she stops in her tracks. She dropped to the floor and screeched,
" I can't!" I rushed over to her. She was having a mental breakdown, but why?
"Can't what?" She doesn't answer.
I cuddled with her on the floor, and we fall back; she turns her body towards me, looks me in the eye, and passes her hands on my face examining it. She wraps her leg around me and sits on top of me. She then removes her shirt and softly kisses my neck; I groaned in pleasure and caressed her thick thighs. She began moaning as she grinds on my fully formed bulge. I go crazy and start to give thrust motions. She proceeds to take off her bra, releasing her beauties on my face; I have completely lost my mind. What was I doing? She wasn't in the right state.
I hold her arms behind her back, lift her and place her on her bed. I cuddle her from behind and pull the sheet over us. She sighs and immediately falls asleep; I had blue balls the entire day but coped with it. We didn't attend any additional classes. When she was fully asleep, I put back on her shirt, trying not to look at her burst. She wakes up in about 2 hours, and this was the first time I saw her smile; it was splendid.
She didn't want to get out of bed, so she asks me to put a movie on my phone to watch. But I had a better idea; I told her to get dressed into something comfortable.
I blindfolded her and drove us there, but I have to say, it is not easy trying to get her to trust me enough to cover her eyes. She kept giving threats like:
-If you try anything suspicious, I will rip your eyes out.
-If this is a kidnap when I escape, I will hunt and kill everyone dear to you.
When we arrived, I helped her get out of the car and took off the blindfold. When she saw where we were, she gasped, squealed, and ran in circles; Maïz kept yelling that she's never been to one of these events. A carnival festival. We walked up to the front desk, and I bought the tickets. Once inside, she went wild. She even kissed me without realizing it. We went to the photo boot and took some goofy pictures; then, we made our way to the fairest wheel; our last stop was the ice cream shop. I just watched her eat, and she then did something that I did not expect at all; she handed me the ice cream cone and asked, "Do you want some? It's delicious."
To which I kindly refused,
"Nah, I'm good. Ice cream is not really my thing."
She gave me this bored look, "Have you ever tried it?"
"No, but I'm sure I won't like it."
"Suit yourself," She shrugs. She then continues to eat the ice cream like it was her last meal, making extra unnecessary sounds indicating that the ice cream was delicious. I have to admit; she tempted me.
I rolled my eyes and gave in, "Fine; I'll have a taste."
"Well, ok, but just remember that this is your decision." She hands me the cone, and I take a big chunk out of it. The cold shot up to my brain, and I hist, falling to the floor. I swallowed it, and my stomach immediately felt uneasy. The devil was back. Maïz knew what she was doing. I ran outside and puked out every last bit of ice cream.
"YOU! Why didn't you tell me?" I yelled.
"Me? why are you blaming me? You are the one who took the bite. Besides, you are fully aware that your regime consists of only blood. I did not put a gun to your head and forced you to eat it."
"It's your fault, ok? Shut up. I won't have this argument with a snake." I shout.
"Well, I'm ready to go. Are you good to drive?"
"Do I look ok to you, Maïz?" I yelled, trying to spit out the taste.
"Well, I don't have a driver's license." She stood there with her arms folded.
"Can't you at least drive?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't want to be stopped by an officer on our way back."
"How did I end up in this position?" I whispered.
"Well, you took a bit into my ice cream, did you forget?"
"It was a rhetorical question!"
"Well, you should have been more clear on that. What do we do now? It's the middle of the night!"
I couldn't believe that I let myself be trapped by this devil child.
"I am going to die here!" I screamed. Everyones gaze switched to me.
"I have no choice but to call Drack."
"Ohhh, are you sure that he would want to speak with you?"
"Well, I don't see you giving any bright ideas, Einstein."
"You are so lucky that you're in pain." She squints her eyes at me.
I dial Drack's number, and it rings out a couple of time, but eventually, he answered,
He was clearly annoyed, but he agreed to pick us up. I didn't tell him that Maïz would be tagging along.