You'll Be Getting to Remember More of Mónica than You Intended

Oversleeping has always been one of the worst feelings. Not only are you tired despite the extra sleep, but your disoriented ass is now in a rush to get to class before it starts. Getting ready in a hurry was an art form of its own and one you haven't perfected. Trying to manage getting all your essential morning tasks done in a short timeframe is difficult; something is bound to be forgotten. Such as today, when you forgot to brush your hair, leaving your mane an unkept mess of curls. You wouldn't let that bother you, though; you had other priorities, such as getting to class on time.

You raced down the halls of your school; the empty halls were nothing but a blur to you as you made your way to your classroom, hoping to get there on time before the bell rang. You typically drove yourself to school; it was just more convenient for you, but that meant that you'd end up coming to school late on occasion. One time too many, it seemed, since if you came in late one more time, you'd be getting detention. So the only thing that was on your mind right now was getting to your class, which just so happened to be inconveniently on the other side of the school. Nothing was going to get between you and that classroom. Or so you thought.

You were snapped out of your steadfast focus when you were **** to come to a stop. Not that you had chosen to stop, but rather that you had collided with something, knocking it over and tripping over it as well. You would have almost fallen on top of it had you not caught yourself, planting your hand on the tile floor so hard that it stung the palms of your hands. You stared down at what you had just knocked over, but due to a mixture of grogginess and your mind having to focus on something that wasn't your class, it took a second or two for you to realize what you were staring at: another person.

The familiar sight of those gorgeous green eyes and cute freckles made you realize just who you were starring at—it was Mónica, who just so happened to be in the same first period class as you. Which she was either late or didn't even show up to; that meant that Mónica would have detention a lot of time due to her tardiness, if she even showed up to it. So, it wasn't much of a surprise to you that you crashed into her; it made a lot of sense that she'd been rushing to class like you were. You rolled off of her, not bothering to give her a second glance as you stared down the hall. You quickly performed a nonexistent calculation in your head, trying to figure out how much time you had lost in that encounter. "Watch where you're going, Ottawa!" Mónica huffed, interrupting your train of thought. You'd almost like to believe that Mónica actually remembered you enough to call you by a name, but the sad reality is that calling people by a random name when she spoke to them for the "first time" was just something that Mónica did as a courtesy, acting as if she knew your name by calling you whatever she deemed would have the highest chance of being right. Whatever made her think that your name was Canada's capital city was a mystery that you'd probably never investigate.

"Yeah, that's not my na-" You began, though upon looking back at Mónica, you quickly paused mid-word at the sight of her bare body. The small, short-haired girl stared at you as she sat on her legs, completely oblivious to her current state of nudity. "-me." you eventually finished after a moment of being stunned. If you had to take a guess, given Mónica's character, it seemed likely that, in a similar fashion to how you had forgotten to brush your hair when leaving, Mónica had forgotten to get dressed. This was new—at least new to you, since you weren't aware of the ditz having any other incidents like this in the past, but you wouldn't put it past her if she had before.

You picked yourself off the ground, which Mónica mimicked, standing up at the same time as you. Her brows were slightly furrowed in your direction, obviously peeved that you had crashed into her. Though that wouldn't last long as Mónica's expression soon turned to confusion as she began to look around the hall, a sign that the previous event had just been wiped from her memory. "Hey, Iowa?" Oh great, you've upgraded from a city to a state, "Um, what was I doing?" Mónica asked you, an almost pleading look filling her eyes as she did.

"Heading to class." You answered, but soon took note of how hoarse your voice sounded. You coughed to clear your throat before more clearly restating your previous answer, "I think you're trying to get to class on time, like me." You stared forward at the Mónica, but only at her face, trying desperately to avoid looking at her petite body, those small breasts of hers, her shaven crotch, and large thighs, they all seemed alluring to you, but you did not give in and focused your attention to looking into her beautiful eyes.

"That right!" Mónica hoped slightly in realization, her breasts barely moving as she did. "I have to get to class....Class...Class." Mónica began to repeat the same word over and over as she seemed to be trying to contemplate something. It took you a bit to figure out, but you eventually worked out that she was trying to figure out what class you were talking about.

"Precalc." You bluntly blurted out, slightly annoyed by Mónica's typical shenanigans while still desperately trying to respect her privacy to some degree.

"That's it!" Mónica shouted in excitement before speed walking away....In the opposite direction of where the class was.

Was she really about to try to head to class butt-naked? You whipped your head to face the ditz as she walked away from you and began to shout at her, "First of all, that's the wrong direction. Second, you have more important-"

One minute you had been standing, the next you found yourself on the ground, hand clenched against chest. You couldn't remember how this happened; you remembered being in the middle of saying something before things suddenly became a blur to you. In fact, things were still a blur to you since everything looked exactly like a blur. It was like you had become legally blind for a moment. There was a sharp ringing in your ears, and your breath was unsteady. There was even a wetness around your lips, which you guessed was your own saliva. "What the fuck?" You muttered before breaking into a short coughing fit. As your vision slowly returned, you began looking around for explanations and were able to find them by just starring forward. Mónica was the reason; you were sure of it. Amy must've been telling the truth when she said you'd get a heart attack from seeing her ass, because you're pretty damn sure you had entered cardiac arrest a second ago. Her ass was massive; even in comparison to the other, much bigger guys and girls in your senior class, that cake took the cake for the biggest goddamn ass. Her back cheeks were just as freckled as the ones on her face and jiggled at least four times with each step.

"Oh shit." You murmured as you wiped the drool from your mouth with your arm and picked yourself off the ground. After all that had happened to you in such a short period of time, you realized that you still needed to get to class on time to avoid detention. You were sure that the bell would ring any minute now, but at the moment, part of you wanted to risk being late. Mónica was naked at school and completely oblivious to it; you couldn't just let her embarrass herself like that, right? Or maybe you could; it's not like you knew her too well, and do you really want to get detention by helping her rather than going to class?