Today was boring.
I was stuck as the president of our class to organize filles about the students. Y'know the bunch of papers the school asks from you to bring at the beginning of every year.
Yeah ..I classified those papers. Which is dumb btw. Like the first year I get, or the transfer students, that is logical. But the second and third years? Why? I gave you it once. Put in a file and leave me alone. This is too much paper to sort through, how many poor trees had to be cut to make all those papers.... you know you're a little out of pocket when you start worrying about the environment even tho you're a girl who loves the smell of cigarettes and gasoline_ but not the cheap black stuff which looks like smoke that you can actually taste_ it just got this kinda familiar feeling to it, maybe it's the fact I live near a highway or about me using to have a little crush on a boy who used to work in the only car shop by our neighborhood.... Good old days!! I used to poke holes in my bike's tires just to have a reason to go down there at least once every week if not two, for the whole summer.... I was a crazy 8 year old.
Anyway, I guess it could have been worse, like I'll have to go back to classes and study like the others.
Fortunately I'm lucky enough I'm allowed to skip classes for.... Actually until I finish filing the papers.
The teachers themselves will give me a summary of the lesson and the stuff I need to focus on.
What I don't like is that the 'room' they keep those papers in is smaller than a bathroom stall...
It's so small they only installed a cabinet in here, which used to be a supply cabinet for the coach of the football team until senior's prank hit like 2 to three years ago.... Guess what I'm smelling? ...
Mold because they took too long to clean it. And the absolute abomination that is young boys' sweaty and dirty socks filled whipped cream.... They were cool enough to buy a small launcher . It threw that stuff on the coach's face as soon as he opened the cursed cabinet... A little funny I guess. Especially since I was one of the witnesses to the shit show . He was sweet enough to laugh a little until he tripped himself in the hall in front of the first years. The poor guy looked and smelled like disgusting cream but was definitely red like a tomato.
Needless to say they got punished by his wife_ he's the cool type of coach, didn't take offense and actually saw the humor in such prank. His wife didn't_ she made them roll on the hockey team frozen arena with only their tight brief on, in front of the whole school.
What? Half naked muscular boys rolling on ice? And it's the consequences of their actions? Count me in.
Unlike the other girls who took pity on them, I was busting my ass laughing as they shivered and rolled like dogs, which is when I got a little famous being the piggy girl.
I hated those fuckers and was happy to see them suffer, those jocks were always mean to me.
Anyway... One snort from me and the whole school started laughing, the crowd was laughing at me but I revelled in the way their captain face turned shameful as he thought they were laughing at him. It was my happiest memory from freshman year.
Now I'm stuck here with the horrible smell of their prank, in a room so small, with no windows because I'm sure it was a closet.
With so much time on my hand i couldn't help but remember a certain dream. I felt so disgusted with my self when I woke up that morning. Girls my age aren't supposed to have dirty thoughts about guys his age, let alone the fact he's my tutor. Still, I couldn't help it, doing boring stuff gets my mind in the gutter.
The way he held me ....
NoOoOO, fuck. I don't want to have these thoughts or these dreams. It's wrong but my subconscious doesn't care about logic or ethics.
Seb is right I never needed a boyfriend. Before I just liked the appeal of it, now, I need a distraction. And the bet was the fastest route to take, I can't just keep on lusting over Kyle, it's inappropriate. I missed two tutoring sessions already because I couldn't look him in the eye.
It's not just one dream, it's multiple. I actually think I hit rook bottom with the last one I had.
So yeah, asking Seb to find me a guy is the only way I figured I stood a chance to take my mind off a very hot very off limits guy.
Highlight Convo of the day was when I texted Trixie in one of the many breaks I took, her scale of older guys is a must use in the future. 1 being daddy gave you little attention to 10 being caring for the elderly.
Her forster sister's type is a good 6 on such scale ( at least twenty years older).
She 'mesured' mine to be a 3.
She said it's because of my quote "slight daddy issues".
Which I don't have by the way.
SN:
Stop watching masked man on TikTok, they don't exist in real life. It's a persona, a costume or a way to keep their identity a secret while creating content. Not a reason why you're saved videos are lately 89% masked man and the other 11% is for cod characters.
Goodnight.