How many classes do we have again?

Zack’s brain finalized its reboot. While still trying to process the parting comment by Scarlett Freaking Soren! He might be momentarily bummed by the quick exit but much less upset watching her walk away. Possibly lost to Zack, there was certainly an extra sway of her tight, curvy hips in the acid wash jeans that you would nearly bet were painted on. Her ensemble was finished off with a snug baseball sleeve shirt which is tied off on the side showing just enough of her surprisingly toned stomach. Completed with her legendary mismatched black & purple high-top Chuck Taylors, with different colored writings and doodles covering almost the entire shoes. She kept the opposite pair clean of writing for formal events. You know such as a wedding or Court. Scarlett was never afraid to show off a little skin and not a damn soul was going to object.

Honestly, the young man didn’t know much about the budding Rockstar. What he did know, is that the emboldened, rebellious girl was mesmerizing. He has made it to a couple of the ‘The Dark Wolves’ shows, the band that she was a part of. He was ‘**** to go to’ by his cousin Paris or found it easier to let people think that anyways. He found the beautiful blue eyed blonde as intimidating as he did attractive. That fact actually making him wonder if he was developing a type, as she’s not the only attractive blonde that has caught his attention.

This time it was the final bell that caused Zack to nearly jump. Being in no shape for another run in with a sexy classmate, he let out a sigh of relief, before making his way to Mr. Ward’s gloomy classroom and sitting in the second to last row. This is quite opposite from the classes he cares about as he typically likes to be close and present to the teacher. Examining the other cursed students, he sees a pleasant site in Chloe. The redhead doing an exaggerated prayer to survive the class. A chuckle escapes his lips at his childhood friend’s dramatics. Surprisingly, he sees a few other familiar faces finding their seats. This including Grace Smith, Jake Hayes, and his ex, Lisa Rivera.

His mind was suddenly flooded by the memories that he’d shared with the attractive, sexual, wildcat. Lisa and Zack shared a short but passionate relationship that still makes Zack questions what exactly went wrong. The feisty Latina showcases a glowing caramel complexion, an amazing rack ready to burst out of the grey tank top she was currently wearing and an ass to kill for. Tread carefully as that same ass could prove deadly being the driving **** of the soccer balls, she sends bombing over the field. Lisa is debatably top ten hottest girls in their class. As you may guess, Lisa is on the soccer team with Chloe but that isn’t how the saucy girl and studious young man met. Their relationship seemed to be going well at first before burning out almost as fast as it’d started. Zack grew aware that he couldn’t keep up with the passionate, in the moment brunette. On Lisa’s part, she wanted a partner who would fight for her and constantly act on their intentions. A trait that Zack hasn’t been able to quite conquer at this point. If the two were able to actually put this into words to one another, who knows what their relationship could be. Instead, they are the textbook definition of angst with Zack not knowing how he’s supposed to act towards his former partner and Lisa now being hotter and colder than a microwaved burrito. Her lack of understanding her own feelings can often times turn to anger or frustration that Zack felt responsible for. To his surprise, as he came out of his thoughts, they lock eyes. The young man does his best to **** a meek smile and a slight wave. Lisa does her best to keep it together, barely keeping a face of stone before suddenly looking away and giving an exaggerated smile and wave to another friend of hers in their shared class. With sunken shoulders, the confused guy wondered what hurt most, her reaction or having to be in Mr. Ward’s class every morning. Rubbing his temples for a few seconds, he did his best to prepare himself for dealing with both the entire year.

A soft punch in the shoulder brought him back to reality as he looked up to a smiling Jake Hayes. Jake was the starting Power Forward for the Knights’ and had a budding friendship with Zack thanks to Kevin. Zack doesn’t know a whole lot about Jake. They appear to have a decent amount in common and are both pretty easy-going guys. It didn’t take much for them to start up a friendship. Jake’s girlfriend, Alice, also had some pretty hot friends which didn’t go unnoticed by the blue-eyed young man.

“Who’d we piss off to get stuck with Mr. Ward first class every damn day?” The stocky athlete joked, trying at least to make light of the situation.

“I have no idea, but it’s safe to blame Clark somehow.” Zack finally showing a slight grin as Jake laughed and nodded his head at the remark. Clark, being Clark Bishop. Second cousin of Zack and Taylor and older brother of Paris and Josh. Clark wasn’t a bad guy by any means but was very distant. Clark made little attempt to build friendships with those around him. Difficult as he may be, the basketball team was actually lucky to have the dedicated young man as he and Kevin battled for most valuable player. While Kevin was a very athletic and natural leader, Clark was a determined and driven player who overworked himself on the court. Both setting great examples on the court. Strangely Clark was probably more comfortable on the basketball court than he was any where else.

The final familiar face in the class being the potential valedictorian herself, Grace Smith. A star pupil with underrated beauty. Grace has long blonde hair that was casually flowing over her shoulders and green eyes that could stare a hole through a bank vault door. She has amazing boobs that were often times hidden behind sweaters and button up shirts. That certainly didn’t fool any of the guy on this planet. Her ass on the other hand was other worldly. Grace wasn’t an athlete but clearly had some secrets to her amazing figure whether she tries to cover it up or not. She could easily be the best student if it wasn’t for the quick temper and defiance from the usually quiet girl. Her knowledge probably surpassing her teachers more times than not on the give subject, caused the majority of her focus to avoid calling out there bullshit. A trait that Zack admires from the blonde as much as he fears. The non-assuming blonde was another polarizing figure that Zack knew very little. Trying to get to know Grace is similar to handfeeding a tiger. But Sometimes the risk may be worth the reward.

A century later, or what felt that long at least, the class ends. The teens were back in the halls, scattering to their next destination. The next few classes went by in a blur to Zack’s relief. Finally, it was lunch time as they all scurried towards the busy cafeteria. Scanning the area for any of his friends or possibly wary of any of his enemies. Zack chooses the safest table he can find.

“If I fake an allergy to gloominess, do you think I could skip first period?” Chloe complained with some hidden truth behind the attempted sarcasm.

“Maybe Mr. Ward is allergic to fleece. Fair is fair.” Paris said in an quick, exaggerated tone before dodging the daggers Chloe’s eyes were throwing in her direction, followed by a few actual French fries. Paris’s efforts might not always be subtle, but it was time for Chloe to leave her insecurities behind and finally realize what she has to offer. If someone was going speak their mind, you could always find faith in Paris. Just don’t expect it to be a two-way street.

Zack unknowingly joined the two competitive friends before being aware that he was in danger zone of their cold war. In a twisted interpretation of “The enemy of my enemy is my friend” both feisty girls turned towards their mutual target. “So, Zack… if you had to pay me a dollar for every time you’ve stuttered in front a girl today, should I be looking into a new BMW or Porsche?” The teasing blue-haired girl said actually pleased to break the tension with Chloe. The remark caught Chloe off guard enough that she used all her might to keep the drink that she had raised to her lips from going everywhere.

Catching on to Paris’s obscure way at peace, she couldn’t help but play along. “Have you had Science class yet today? Just wondering if you’ve given a DNA sample so we can clone a better you.” A puzzled look made its way to the boy’s face as he starts to take the bait. “Before your crush finally talks to you and you freeze into a popsicle.” Chloe emphasized, trying her best to add on. Paris failed to hold in a laugh. Both girls knowing from years of battles and defeats that teaming up against him gave them the best chance of victory.

This being far from the first ambush attack Zack has faced, he grinned and appreciated that they still challenged. “Oh, Paris, I had higher hopes.” He responded, rubbing his own cheek. (Possibly stalling to collect himself and come up with a response) “Subtract the times you’ve stuttered in front the of same girls and I may owe you enough for a floor fan at best.” Both confused as well as offended, Paris went to respond before Zack dropped the dagger.

“A floor fan that still couldn’t help popsicle Zack cool down Chloe, wearing her winter gear on the first day of school.”

Chloe and Paris both objected and grunted before pausing. Both girls had no actual response. After no intelligent rebuttals, Zack couldn’t stifle his laugh of victory. Neither girl meant harm with their joking. As they were clearly frustrated with his besting comments, they just wished that he could show that confidence in front of girls outside of them.

As both girls found themselves at a loss of words, there was a third girl unable to voice her cause.

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On the other end of the high school, the often-empty weight room to be exact, the slight noises of soft kisses, slurps and the occasional cough could be heard.

It didn’t take a detective to figure out the cause. A muscular hand had a tight grip on the now messy blonde strands of hair that he’d bundled into a fistful. The cute, petite girl trying her best to catch a breath, when allowed, was Amber Evans. Amber was the former new girl trying to find a spot to fit in this new, interesting town. Unfortunately, the unassuming girl never realized the vultures that circled. With influence from her new ‘friends’ she’s decided that she’ll try out for the cheerleading squad this year. Her new group offered ‘kind advice’ to how a cheerleader should act. Amber was happy to find some kind friends. She started to feel like this place could be home.

The owner of said hand was, Harrison Cullen. The self-described king of Azure Rocks. He contemplated the final year of high school as he pressed harder with his hand palming the top of the head of his current conquest. This action lead to some louder gags and spittle running down the base of shaft. Not fully sure of her name, the fact that they shared mutual friends made the naïve girl a quick and easy target. Harrison had all of the looks that most high school girls could ever dream of. Unfortunately, it came at the cost of his morals. As he tried his best to direct the inexperienced but cute girls’ attempt of a blowjob, he found himself lost in thought to how his plan of senior year would be executed. While not being the first time that his cock has invaded Amber’s mouth, he makes a mental note of when he can fully check off the box next to her name. Cheerleaders were worth extra points after all. He grew even more frustrated from it taking this long, despite the sweet girl’s efforts. While easy enough to get his dick in her mouth, Amber seems **** to go farther, which is testing Harrison’s patience even further.

On Amber’s efforts, she was giddy to have such an attractive and popular boy show her affection. Deep down knowing this was far from her childhood, princess inspired dreams. She just wanted to be desired and shown the same effort in return. More so going through the motions, she couldn’t help her mind from drifting to being with someone who mutually wanted her. The daydream giving her just enough to feel the heat between her legs and do her best to pleasure the smug boy.

“Did you hear that? I’m pretty sure that was bell. I don’t want you to be late babe.” Harry forces a kind smile with an Oscar winning delivery. Not waiting for her response, he fixes his clothing before planning his next move. Harry letting out a slight gruff decided it was time to move on to a better target for the time being.