Not in Class

Cin struts in wearing her Lara Croft outfit.

“Hello class, can I get a hail Satan?”

“Hail Satan!” You say with feeling.

You notice the entire class participated. Even a pair of holdouts in the back. The breasts on the pair of girls look suspiciously large and they’re dressed in skin tight clothes.

“Today’s class is about spelunking. You want to keep caves well explored…”

You look around for Wyatt wondering where he is.

“…and there’s no need to be afraid of snakes. There’s nothing quite like a nice fat python.”

You wonder where Wyatt is. Class ends and he still isn’t there.

“Taylor, can you help me look for Wyatt?”

“Of course, Maya.”

The two of you head outside. You don’t have to look far. Wyatt is standing on the green outside the auditorium. He is dressed in designer clothes that look expensive.

“Hey, Maya. How are you doing, babe?”

“Wyatt, where were you for class?”

“I skipped. I’m dropping out. The best thing ever happened to me last night. I felt so guilty about Taylor and hurting you I went out drinking. I met this demoness. She offered to free me from ny guilt and give me several hundred million dollars and all I had to do was give up my soul.”

You have a sinking feeling. “You didn’t?”

“I kept calling you, babe, but you never answered so I figured you might never forgive me. So, I wanted to do something huge and expensive to win you back. Of course after I gave up my soul I realized none of this was my fault and this silly bitch.” He points at Taylor. “…was going to lose her soul no matter what. So instead of buying you a gift I bought a yacht. I’m dropping out. You want to come with me and be my arm candy, babe?”

“Fuck…Wyatt, no.”

“Last chance, babe. Do you know how many hot pieces want to polish my pole now that I’m fucking rich?”

You turn and walk away.

“Fine. Be that way bitch.”

Your anger fades and you start to cry. Taylor grabs your shoulder.

“You ok, Maya?”

You’re definitely not ok. You need to talk with someone. Taylor doesn’t seem like a good choice. Cin seems better, but she’s a demoness…