"School, Here I Come"

The rest of the walk was jolly and cheery, our hearts opening as we trash-talked about random stuff like whether the bin's color was black or light black.

Things like that accompanied our path as we laughed wholeheartedly about the randomness.

Another topic was the reusability of clothes you once wore. When is the moment to throw them in the washer? Or are you obliged, as a member of a clean and hygienic society, to swap clothes daily?

These important questions, equal to those about the reason we exist or the afterlife … were incredibly funny in this precious moment of intimacy.

But just as we reached the peak of entertainment, we were drawn back to the real world by all the numbing chatter and annoying backstabbing.

As I felt my stomach twist, I whispered to myself: "Here I come," earning encouraging pats on the back from Alyssa, her eyes meeting mine, exchanging an apologetic, an empathetic look.

Our bodies separated and my yearning for her touch returned within mere moments. I watched her enter the building and followed suit.

Feeling estranged, I trod through the gate, glancing from side to side, my skin prickling as I felt thousands of eyes glued to me, prying on my every step, waiting to see any inconsistency, any weakness.

All of that was most likely just my imagination, just a construct inside my head.

But as so often, we suffer more in our mind than we ever do in reality.

In addition to my awkward exclusion, whether real or imagined, I felt a gut-wrenching disgust towards every single student who walked past me, knowing that they fucked and lusted after one another just like my bitch of a Mom did.

These sluts. Those whores. They shouldn’t be allowed to feel such pleasure, such … such … Arrrgh.

Why Mother? Why did you do all of this? What did I do to you to deserve this punishment?

Mindlessly tumbling through the hallway, I never noticed how two girls blocked my way, their boobs squishing against my chest as I slightly pushed them back, the soft sensation unfortunately not relished enough by my distracted brain.

I snapped back to reality, ope there goes gravity - I choked - as I watched their massive chests jiggle.

The cleavage literally cleaved a gorge in my perception as the entirety of my brain cells were occupied staring at these mounds of flesh.