School

School was ACTUAL PHYSICAL PAIN. “Good thing lunch is next” you think to yourself. Luckily, your French teacher is hot. His name is Mr. Willingston, but you’d be more than willing to let him bang you against a wall. He is about 6’’2’ with dark brown hair, he always has the same 50’s boy hair style. The sexiest thing about him is that no matter what he wears, his muscles always find a way to peak out of his shirts. The only thing that you ponder about from time to time is how the hell this man is still single. He has been working at your high school for about three to four years now and has never put up another picture in that stupid frame.

Oh! About the picture frame? Well he has this double picture frame, it looks somewhat like a book, but it is in fact a picture frame. He has always had one picture in it which is a picture of his mother. The other section has always just been a blue background sheet of paper that came with the picture frame (You’re pretty sure you saw the same double picture frame in Walmart once). You begin to think, “What if my picture was in that stupid frame?” you begin to drift about him and find yourself lost in the thought of you and Matthew (His first name) confessing your love for each other. You begin to drift off into your thoughts about it. Then you begin to ponder about how you and Mr. Willingston would make love.