It’s the end of the day, finally. I get to see you. I walk over to my locker and you’re not there? You always wait for me by my locker. I look over to your locker that’s across the hall and a few down from mine and I’ll be damned. You’re talking to one of those cucks on the baseball team. He’s hot too. I plow through the crowd of people and come up behind you, my bulky arms coiling around your waist I lean down a bit to whisper who the hell is that? my voice is husky and low
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