Lute Valentine, The Nice Guy (High School Senior)

I woke up surprisingly early today. I usually wake up to an alarm clock that screams “Wake UP”. It was a gift from my dad from one of his travels across the globe. He’s always bringing souvenirs from his travels to us. Some are good while others are bad, really bad. The alarm clock was brought from a mystical man in Hawaii that said that it brings good fortune upon those who is awoken by its cries. It hasn’t done anything of the sort and I sometimes wonder why I even use it to wake myself up. Either way, its probably the first time I’ve gotten up early enough to disable it before the designated time. I start preparing for school. All the usual things you do in the morning like brush your teeth, comb your hair, and get dressed. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen to see it empty. I thought my mother would’ve been in here before me since she’s usually an early bird unlike myself. I could actually make breakfast for myself and everyone else with the extra time. Might as well, right?

I start by making some pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I make enough for my mother, myself, and my sister. I doubt my sister will be awake when its all done but I could set it aside for her to eat later. It wasn’t long after I finished making breakfast and started to eat that my mother wondered in from her bedroom. I’m not usually the person to check out my mom but when she comes into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and some yoga pants how can I resist taking a second look? Her huge breasts jiggling with every step she takes. It’s taking all my willpower to stare directly at her hazel eyes. I don’t know why but tying up her brown hair into a ponytail somehow makes her look even better. She’s obviously been doing some morning yoga but usually she’s showered and dressed in regular clothes before I wake up. I guess waking up early is a blessing in disguise, I would say it was because of the alarm clock except it isn’t.

“I made breakfast, mom. You should eat before it gets cold.”

“Look at you, that sounds like something I would say.”

“I’m only saying it because its true. No one likes cold food. By the way, I made some for Cynthia too but knowing her she won’t be up until 10.”

“I know, I wish she wake up earlier. She could’ve joined me in my yoga session to stay fit and healthy.”

“You look good already, no need to push yourself. As long as you don’t eat as much as Cynthia than your golden.”

“Thanks, Lute.”

We enjoyed the rest of our meal in silence and I grabbed the rest of my stuff for school. I headed out on my bike to Sky High School. It didn’t take long for me to get to school and get to class on time. Most of my day went on as usual until it was time for my US History course with Ms. Bell. I don’t know her age for sure but I believe she’s forty years old. Despite that, she has a nice slim body that I could wrap my hands around. She also has a big juicy ass that is definitely her best feature. Every time she turns around or bends over you could practically hear all the guys heart pound in their chests while the girls looked at them in scorn. Somehow, someway, I will touch that booty eventually. It was the last class of the day so everyone rushed home after the bell rang. I stayed behind since I’m apart of one of the cubs that is overseen by Ms. Bell. It’s called the Helper Club, we perform community services by helping different teachers and people in the community after school. There aren’t a lot of people in the club but it meets every day. You do not have to attend everyday though.

“Before we start club activities, I need to talk to you about the essay that was due last night.”

Oh, I completely forgot about it. I can’t tell her that, but I don’t want to lie to her either.

Well, you see.

I tried to open my mouth to reply, but nothing happened. Everything around me was frozen, even Ms. Bell. Nothing on my body seemed to move except my eyes. What’s going on? It wasn’t long until a blue, translucent box full of many blue letters appeared in front of my face.

What the hell?

(Welcome to the Dialogue Menu, User. Please select a subject to engage in Dialogue with, or close the Menu.)

I looked over to the frozen Ms. Bell and scanned her figure. She looks as beautiful as always.

Janice Bell (950 Agreeableness Points)

(01) I didn’t do it, sorry.

(01) I’ll get it done by tonight.

There were many options that seemed to go on forever.

(100) I’ll get it done by tonight but instead of a 1000-word essay it’ll be a 500-word essay. (Debuff – Teacher Authority (500 points).)

(200) I’ll do the essay but instead of the War of 1812, it’ll be on the history of the World of Minecraft. (Debuff – Teacher Authority (500 points).)

(1000) Turn around and shake your ass for me until I say stop. (Debuff –Teacher Authority (500 points). Debuff – Workplace Propriety (700 points).)

What am I even looking at? The last one is grayed out for some reason. I bet it was to do with the nature of the text but even if its grayed out now, eventually or given the right circumstances, I could change that. What am I even thinking about right now? I should just pick one that helps me out and that I could pass off as a joke if anything goes wrong. I scroll down the menu once again and pick this option.

(300) I’ve never missed an assignment yet so could you let me off the hook for this one. (Debuff – Teacher Authority (500 points).)

The menu disappeared and time resumed as if nothing had happened. My lips moved on their own and said the dialogue option I just picked.

Ms. Bell frowned for a second then started talking.

“Okay, I’ll let you slide this time but don’t make this a habit.”

Did that just happen?