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Chapter 6 by Dogdog Dogdog

What happens next?

Someone almost snaps

Mother fucking shit! I feel like someone decided to shove my brain on a spike and roast it over an open fire before dumping the burnt remains into a boiling pot of molten magma!

If I had to rate this most recent headache on my handy-dandy agony scale, I'd give it a solid 8.3 out of 10. Below the migraine I receive every time I attempt an algebra exam, and right above the sheer agony that comes with over masturbating to the point of dick blistering proportions.

So basically.

This shit hurts!

These headaches are doubling down on each other and becoming worse and worse with each given attack. It's honestly not even making sense! I've had this experience once and twice in the past, with both instances only occurring due to me not being responsible enough to sleep at a reasonable hour.

How much shuteye did I get last night? God DAM! For the life of me, I can't recall what events transpired to cause such a life-ending attack on my mental psyche. Could be Ms. Fawns bitchyness? My stepmom's attitude? S.T.A.R Labs... existence? Or maybe a cumulation of the three?

Fuck!

Aren't the superheroes supposed to protect people? Well, I'm a person in need of protecting! My noggin's going to bust it's way out from my head any second now! If anything, this serves to disprove any theory those bumbling scientists where spitting my way; all meta's have some form of heightened regeneration capabilities. That's why they rarely if ever, show up at hospitals for medical assistance. And if they do need help, they tend to seek out more advanced alternatives, such as the aforementioned S.T.A.R Labs. But these constant headaches prove that I can't be a metahuman, if I were one, migraines would be a think of the past.

God, right now I wish I was a meta; at least then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit.

Clutching my forehead, I lay sprawled on the couch, desperately waiting to be either taken out of this world or to pass out; either one of those options would be better than what's happening now.

But then, almost like a switch, it stopped.

Not immediately mind you, while my head still had a feeling of fuzziness, it seemed to begin dying down like a vacuum cleaner gradually losing its intensity, and...

Speaking of a vacuum cleaner...

Berrrummmmmm

Is Stacey vacuuming? She normally makes me do that shit.

Berrrummmmmm

"Ughh!" I groan, the loud sound doing nothing to soothe my recovering brain. "Are you vacuuming!?" I shouted through the loud hum of the cleaning machine.

"Yeah!" Her voice shot back from somewhere in the house, "If you have a problem with it, go back to your room!"

"Ehh..." She has a point, I might as well pass out... Again! I'm not even sure why she abruptly startled me out of my previous nap to get me to take out the trash and then proceeded to berate me when I started doing just that. It's probably just her way of messing with my life when she can't come up with any valid excuses to do so.

Rising off the sofa, I stumble my groggy self up to my miniature bedroom; entierly ignoring whatever my stepmom was doing when I passed her.

And with my door slammed shut, I was out cold meer seconds after my head hit the pillow.


Thursday flew by great!

Hitting the hay fairly early served to be quite beneficial in more ways than one, I was able to prepare myself for the following day with thirty minutes to spare; allowing me to catch up on my dusty collection of Marvel comics.

And the moment I got to school, my excellent fortune seemed to start running on overdrive.

Both Chemistry and History flew by in the wind, leaving nothing but an 'A+' in their wake; Litteratur had us ending forty minutes early, with the rest of the time being spent watching a movie! And Spanish shouldn't even be mentioned since the class never started; the regular teacher didn't show up, and the school wasn't able to find a substitute in considerable time.

And during lunch, I managed to gather up the courage and strike it with one of the school's hotties! She not only gave me her number, but I was also slapped with a wink before she left the lunchroom!

As I said, this day went by perfectly!

Ms. Fawn was actually chill during math! She gave my homework an 'A' and ignored the work I failed to finish the day before. She even agreed to--

Beep Beep Beep

"Ack!" The alarm's aggravating cry sprang open my eyes and... "Shit ..." I groaned to whoever would listen.

Beep Beep Beep

"It was a fucking dream..." A sigh escaped my lips as I gradually rose to a sitting position on my bed; one hand idly scratching my dark hair. "Of course, it just happened to end, right after I got a good grade on my homework..."

Beep Beep Beep

The cold morning air shot goosebumps into my skin after I swept both legs out of my comforter's hot embrace. "There's no universe where Ms. Fawn would ever willing hand me anything above a 'B.'"

Beep Beep Beep

Stacey dressing up as my maid was probably a fantasy too. Well, obviously, that would never happen in any form of reality if I'm being honest with myself.

Beep Beep Beep

"Oh BEEP BEEP! Fuck off." In a half-sleeping rage, I reach my nightstand and throw the alarm clock across the room; only for the cord, protruding from the clock, to catch a glass of water and cause it to tumble to the ground.

Sigh

"Of course."


"Can I have a chocolate bagel, and two strawberry smoothies please!" The girl said, leaning against the food truck's opening window.

"Got it!" Harley copied the request onto her clipboard and gave the young girl a bright smile before turning around to repeat the order. "One chocolate bagel with two strawberry smoothies!"

"Okay!" Pamela shot back with half her focus on what's before her. Placing a baked bagel on the tray, she removed a bowl of freshly melted chocolate from the oven and expertly decorated the treat. After coating the bagel she slid the tray back into the oven and switched her emerald green eyes to the blender on the counter. In no more than thirty seconds she had the strawberry mix fully blended and separated into two clear compostable cups. "Two strawberry smoothies and one chocolate bagel!" Pamela spun in a complete 180°, holding the tray resonating the faint aroma of baked bread.

"Thhaaankk you!" Harley did a graceful spin of her own as she took the tray out of Pamela's hands and flamboyantly slid it onto the countertop before the customer. "And thank you!" Harley said, with a wink, toward the teen who walked away to a table with her food in hand.

Pamela leaned forward and placed a rack of a dozen pastries in the oven to preheat. Raising back up, she turned to Harly and watched their customer walk away. "Look at her go."

"Aww yes," Harley sighed, "Anothah customah satisfied."

"Yeah, and the first one of the day." Pamela blew a strand of rose-colored hair out from her vision. "I do hope you're prepared for the coming wave. That girl was the first of many."

"Nona-dees people can get enough of ya'h special sauce Red." Harley grinned and rubbed her hands together mischievously. "The pre-school rush will be a majah blowout!"

Pamela raised a brow. "I'm not so sure preschoolers have the kind of money you're looking for."

"Waa?" Harley stuttered, "No no, not preschool, pre-school..." Her hands fumbled around incoherently in an attempt to emphasize her words. "Like... Like the'h before school rush!"

"So." Pamela leaned one smooth arm on the countertop, "Preschool?"

"No! The'h the'h..." Harley's eyes sparkled as she spotted something behind her friend. "Them!"


"Mr. Brown," Ms. Fawn spoke addressed me before dismissing the rest of the class. "I expect you to stay behind for reasons that you and I are both aware of correct?"

"Yeah whatever..." I ignored the gazes of my peers and stared down at my notebook consisting of meaningless doodles. Most of my classmates don't care, and the rest dislike me. So however they think of me doesn't truly matter in the grand scheme of things; the light chuckle from the people around me was not only ignored by myself but also Ms. Fawn. Because apparently, she doesn't care if any of her students get picked on by each other; no wait, that's not true, she will stop other students from behind harassed, but if I'm the one getting tormented, then she won't do shit. Why would she? They're only making her job easier!

Honestly, the moment my phone broke because a large glass of water collapsed onto it from a fairly large elevation, was the very point I realized that the dream I had earlier won't be coming true anytime soon. And thus, Ms. Fawn's gaze, as I came into class two minutes, late did nothing but reinforce the fact that this day is going to be as shit as the last.

At least the headaches are gone right!? When you're in my position you gotta be able to take your wins when you can get them.

I stayed in my seat as the rest of the class filed out. Soon leaving me in the empty room's silence, with nothing more than the faint tick of the overhead clock for company; well, Ms. Fawn's here as well, but I wouldn't necessarily consider her good company.

"So." She began, "No arguing? You're not planning on talking back today?"

"Nah," I say with my face fully engrossed on my note pad. "My life is shit anyway so what's the point."

"Mr. Brown, you happen to have things very well. Considering that you are in healthy shape, and have a place to stay, you are coming off as quite insulting to the people who do not have the simple opportunities that you have been graced with. Think of all the people in Gotham who would give anything to be in your place." Her rather large chest heaved as she let out a hefty sigh. "Maybe if you had shown some form of humble respect, we might not be here right now, and you could have continued your day with the rest of your peers."

"Seriously?!" My hand began to press harder against the paper with my rising voice. "Do you think I just wake up saying 'Oh-Ho-Ho! I'm going to piss off the teacher today! Uh-huck!'" I made my voice come off as obnoxiously annoying to add unnecessary flair. "Because I don't! I just zoned out a couple of times in class, and I apologized! You're the one making a huge deal out of nothing!"

"Excuse me for expecting my students to show me a deal of respect." She proceeded to step towards the whiteboard and wipe away at the stray equations. "I realize mistakes happen, but if I consistently let your behavior slide not only will it never cease, but your fellow students might begin to take on your not caring attitude." My eyes were drawn to her supple ass within the tight skirt that ended just centimeters below her knees; at least it would, from the front, while she's attaining her regular height. But from behind, her heart-shaped ass is lined out quite noticeably, especially while she leaned forward to dutifully rub away at the board. It's as if she's teasing and berating me simultaneously; does she get off to that shit? God, I wish she did, that would be hot as shit. But I'd never say that out loud! "I have to demonstrate my responsibility, through myself. And unfortunately, due to your actions, through you."

"I'm sorry, what?" I said to her ass. "I wasn't listening."

"And that is exactly why you are here." She gave me a frown as she turned from the whiteboard both hands on her hips. "You needed only to finish the assignment I gave you, and you were allotted more than enough time."

I watched her lean forward while she fumbled with some stacks of paper from inside one of her desk drawers. If only her blouse wasn't buttoned up, if at least, two buttons were undone I'd get a clean shot between her mounds. "Yeah, and I didn't finish them all, because I can't answer half of them! You could've at least graded the ones I did finish."

"At the bare minimum, attempting to complete the assignment was all that you needed to have done. My concern wasn't for you to properly answer the questions. I wanted to see you show me, as your teacher, the respect that you have neglected to display." Ms. Fawns voice echoed throughout the room with a calmness to her voice. "Yet, yesterday, you blatantly refused to do as I asked."

"Oh screw your respect," I rolled my eyes, not caring about my current situation. What's the worse she can do? I'm already in detention. "I'm not purposely trying to disrespect you. You're just on the hunt for anything that can come off as rude! Besides, I bet you get off to your students disrespecting you; you'd do anything to be disrespected, it turns you on more than anything. At least, I wish it did. Then you'd have a reason for half the shit you-"

Slam

The loud sound of papers hitting my desk rang into my ears. "Let me stop you where you are." Ms. Fawn said coldly. "You won't talk to me that way ever again. I will take this conversation up with your parents, and if you ever say such... things, towards me again I will proceed to contact the principle." Her green eyes began to shoot daggers into my own. "Do you understand?"

"Eh? Sure, whatever." I ignored her anger and lifted one of the four sheets that she slammed onto my desk. "What's this?" My brow rose as my eyes laid on the top corner of the sheet to see a bright red 'A' adjoining a crossed-out 'D.'

"Yes," She sighed, "I gave you an 'A' for that assignment, but now I'm regretting that decision."

"But?" I looked down in confusion at the paper, more particularly at how I skipped over thirty-five of the forty questions. I strictly remember rushing through the homework on my way to school that morning, the ones I did answer were more thank likely entirely wrong. There's no logical way in hell that I could ever get an 'A' on something as half-assed as that homework assignment; hell, anything above an 'F' would be a blessing. "Do you see..."

"Oh please, you are quite possibly the worst student I have ever had. Take what you can get, because from now on you should expect harsher grading on my part; with the way you work, you'll never see a grade that high from me again."

"Rude..." I murmured, deciding it's best for me to avoid bringing up the sheer absurdity of her grading. She probably didn't realize the score she gave me, or she could have mistaken my work with someone else's; I don't know, but I also, don't care. "So... This isn't the work from yesterday?" I asked her after looking over the other three pages.

"Yes, you're going to do those extra credit problems, for the next following week, after each class." Ms. Fawn turned and sauntered over to her seat. Drawing my gaze back to her hind asset before my view was rudely obstructed by her desk. "And at the end of the week, we will see that you finish the assignment that started this situation. Okay?" She asked with the tone of voice that transferred the vibe of, 'This is how things will be, and you're going to deal with it.'

I watched her sit her ass on the office chair and I.. Well... Hear me out. If it were any other day. Any day where I didn't lose the functionality of my phone. Any day where I didn't wake up after almost fainting due to a headache. Any day where Ms. Fawn wasn't hurling any punishment she can think of my way for the sole purpose of flaunting her authority.

I would have done things differently.

But alas, today was shit, and I felt like shit. So at this point, I couldn't give a shit.

"Yeah fuck that." I stood up from my seat. "I'm just gonna leave if that's okay with you."

"Ah-Uh-" Ms. Fawns face was slapped with that of shock, her thick lips parted as she let out a slight gasp of air. She probably expected me to keep my head down and take her demands without much of a fight. "Wuh- What?"

I've never heard her voice take on that tone, it's as if she's tiring to stay in her authoritative status while struggling against... Arousal? No, way... I've seen much porn in my life, so I would be able to easily pinpoint a moan of lust from a mile away; but there's no way Ms. Fawn could be aroused at this time, right?

The redness in her face died down almost as quickly as it appeared; she shook her face faintly and pointed towards my now vacant seat. "S- Sit back down, right now."

"Yeah? Fuck you." I started, only to falter a bit as Ms. Fawn's eyelid's shut tight and she let out a slight moan. But I was on a roll, letting her distract me is not on my to-do list. "You want people to respect you? Maybe learn to respect them first! Because right now you're just a good looking woman who's equally as good at math. All the other students talk about you behind your back," Ms. Fawn bit her lower lip and looked towards me, her eyes seemed to be a bit clouded in heat. "They talk about you with no form of respect,"

"Ah!" She let out a squeal, before quickly biting down on her lip.

"Most of them just pretend when you're around, but the moment they're out of earshot they bring up the fantasies they had of you the previous night."

"Mmm..." Her eyes closed and she brought her thighs together, creating an audible *Slap* as the bare skin on both of her legs collided with each other.

"And I've heard some degrading shit with you in it. One kid fantasized that you were a superheroine that fought crime in string bikini by day, and slutted your body out by night." I didn't bring up the fact that it was, in fact, me who had that fantasy because I'm pretty sure that would diminish the impact of my words. And my words are clearly having an impact, she doesn't know how to react to the truth of the matter!

"Muhh- Ah! Y- You... Fuck..." Ms. Fawn was now breathing quite hard through her mouth, her head was resting against her arm on the table, and her other arm was wedged tightly between her thick tighs.

"So yeah, no one respects you, everyone just uses pictures of you as a means to get off before the day ends. I don't care if I have to stay in detention with you after class, at least then you can be useful and give me fantasy fuel." With my rant all but done, I decided to go all out and flip her the bird before turning in an about-face and storming out of her classroom.

Shooting her the middle finger must've done something to her, cause the moment her eyes landed on my show of disrespect, her hand dug hard between her legs. But I left the room before I could give her the chance to do whatever it was she had in mind. The moment the door closed behind me, I heard a muffled gasp of what could only be described as... Pleasure? Nah, I must've been so utterly aroused by my own rant that I heard things; I haven't slapped the staff in a good while, so I am a bit heated myself.


Angela, on her part, just had one of the best orgasms in months; finally, one of her students discovered her most significant and instant turn on.

She leaned back against the chair and idly palmed at her nipples through her blouse. Angela has been waiting for someone to finally snap and put her in place. For a reason, that she has never been able to properly pinpoint; having a student disrespect her in such a brash and foul way, is enough to send her over the edge instantaneously.

And she finally came across someone who didn't care what she thought. The way he ignored her status and authority over him. The sheer brashness he displayed as he abruptly disobeyed her direct order to sit back down was one of the hottest things she has seen all year. That student's a keeper, and she'd do anything to make sure he stays around.


Sluuuurrrp

"You think I took things a bit too far?" I eventually asked after I had my fill chugging down the peach flavored smoothie in my grip. "Be honest with me."

"You want me to be honest with you?" Sam pointed his donut towards me as he responded. "Or do you want me to lie to make you feel better?"

"Umm..." I eyed my friend, then eyed the almost empty cup in my hand. "Be honest? But... if you could hit me with a bit of both, that'd be nice."

Sam bit a chunk out from his donut and mumbled a response. "Mmmk! Soo.. Mmm... Uh... Let me finish this." He let out with a mouth half full of food. After a few long seconds of chewing on his part, he sighed and wiped away at his mouth

"...So?"

"Wait!" He held up a hand and brought his other hand to his mouth. "Don't wanna leave any behind." He states before inserting a finger into his mouth to retrieve any leftover sugar onto his taste buds. A loud *Plop* was heard as he went through each finger.

"I'm waiting..."

"Almost done." He wipes his mouth for a second time after cleaning off the fingers on both of his hands. "Okay! So. Achem..."

"Yeah?"

"You're fucked!" He half blurted, "Like holy shit! There is no way you'll be turning this around! Your ship has sunk, you better get a life raft, it's downhill from here."

I released my own sigh and ripped off the clear plastic lid to the smoothie cup. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"Oh, no. Yeah, there's no possible way to make you feel better about this shit." Sam said, honestly. "Unless I were to straight-up lie to you. The fact is," He took another bite from his donut. "You're fucked with a capital F."

"Yeah, I know..." The sorrow in my voice only managed to double as I slurped the lasting remains from my fruit-flavored treat. "I was having a bad day, I was a bit heated, and it slipped."

"Hey don't get me wrong," He said through bites, "You have my respects. I mean, you sure did stick it to her! If I had a teacher half as attractive as yours, I might've done the same thing eventually."

"I feel so fucking shamed! You're normally the one to jump on your perverted urges, not me!" I tried to toss my empty cup into the trash bin neighboring our table, only for my aim to be slightly off causing the cup to land pathetically on the glossy mall floor.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Remember when you ejaculated into your sister's shampoo? Or, are we supposed to just forget about that?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure once you go down that road there's no coming back.

"Okay yes," Sam slowly said. "I will admit, that wasn't a high point for me. But! After I came back from that trip to the Watchtower, I became a new man!" His voice shinned with pride. "There were tits and ass everywhere dude! Trust me, seeing those skintight bottoms, those cleavage presenting corsets, in person... It's eighty times better than watching some clip compilation of your favorite heroine online."

"Oh yeah, I bet it was nice..." I rested my elbow on the table and glanced towards my failed attempt at disposing of my trash. "If only my best friend invited me."

"Look! I was going to!" He repeated for the fourteenth time after coming back from the Justice League's open expo. "But my mom **** me to take Nichole along, not much I could've done."

I ignored his statement and switched the conversation back to my current predicament. "You think I'm going to get expelled?"

"Uhh." Sam mulled the thought over. "Probably not. The principle is a chill dude, he'd most likely just suspend you for a few weeks to save face." His response didn't help to quelch my concerns, it wouldn't bide well with my parents once they find out I was suspended; sure, low grades are one thing, but suspension!? I'm not sure how they'd react, I'm already on thin ice as it stands, they're only letting me stay until my graduation. Sam seemed to guess my internal thoughts through my face and he piped up. "Hey, let's stop talking about that shiz and get you a new phone. We didn't meet up at this mall to eat snacks and discuss the depressing future, did we?"

Well, he's right, I asked Sam to meet me at the Central City Shopping Mall after school for the sole purpose of finding a replacement for my now out-of-order phone. He brought me the peach smoothie and we ended up talking, and by we, I mean me. Everyone needs a chance to vent every one and while, and it was nice to have a normal conversation; our chats usually end up with both of us sharing some perverted banter, so this was a pleasant change of pace.

"Where did you pick up this drink?" I ask him after I retrieved my failed cup-toss attempt and tossed it into the bin. "It was SO good."

"I know right! I got two." He gestured to the second clear cup next to his current empty one.

"Can I-"

"No!"

"Hmf."

"Seriously though. I don't know what's in this, but it is fire! Cold fire..." He took a long slurp from his drink. "I actually got it from a food truck as I passed by the park. Oh! And there were these two hella hot chicks running the thing!"

"Pft," I grunted. "Well, now I wish I could meet them."

"Yeah! They're actually the reason I stopped by." Sam nodded as he took another drink. "Five-star cooking, five-star service, and five-star ladies! Ten out of ten, I do recommend."

"Of course hot females would get your attention..."

"You can't take the high ground after what you said to your teacher."

"Hey! You said you would change the subject!"

"Yeah yeah..." He played with the straw sticking out of his cup before his eyes instantaneously widened in utter shock. "H- Heeck- Hack!" He began coughing as he tried to speak through the liquid in his mouth.

"Hey hey, calm down you--"

"Look!" He spat through a whisper after recovering from his near-**** experience; his index finger softly pointed behind me. "Look at those fucking titters!"

That got my attention. I turned around to see just what Sam was on about when I too almost died in shock. "Holy shit you're right!" I gasped beneath my breath and stumbled back into my seat. "She is stacked! I think those are double E's!"

My eyes were welded onto the blond woman who just stepped out from a clothing store to the mall's main walkway. She was wearing tight blue genes and an even tighter pink T-shirt; the fucking top is clearly five sizes too small for her. The outline of her bra is noticeable from a country away, and the single black strap that's visible over her shoulder adds to the heaven like appeal. Those boobs! Those fucking boobs! I've never been so mesmerized by a bust in person before; that blond chick has melons straight out of a porno, they put heroines like Wonderwoman to shame!

And they look to be natural to boot!

"Dude. This has to be some sort of social experiment." We both instinctively leaned in towards each other as we talked low. "They could easily be F's!"

"I could see that!" My mouth began to water without me even realizing.

"I am not walking around in this." The girl said.

"Oh come on! You can't back out now!" A slightly tanned girl stepped out from the clothing store and spoke to the busty chick. She had jet-black hair and was a fair bit shorter than her friend; actually, now that my eyes aren't fully mesmerized by the blonde's boobs, I realize just how tall the busty girl is. I wouldn't say this black haired chick is short, she seems to be the same height as me; it's just that she looks a bit short in comparison to her rather tall friend. The tanned girl even has large boobs of her own, with a nice amount of cleavage displayed in her lose tank top; the problem is, it's a bit hard to admire her tits when the blond girl makes everyone's seem minuscule in comparison.

"I can, and I will!" The blond girl gestured down to herself. "This is ridiculous."

"Well, it's not my fault you accepted the bet!"

"It was a joke, I was JOKING with you!"

"Holy shit..." Our minds almost shattered within our heads as she crossed her arms below her bust and practically lifted her tits for our viewing pleasure.

"There's two of em!" Sam gasped. "I wish I could see what was under their tops!"

"Yeah... But I'd kill for more..." I muttered, "I wish..."

What does Mason wish for?

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