Take your seat...

Warning: Straight(ish) Blowjob

"Take your seat," Mr.Harrison says tentatively through gritted teeth, surprising myself and the other students in the class. I roll my eyes...

Damn! I really thought he was going to kill me. Guess he's all bark and no bite, I'll keep that in mind.

I slowly make my way towards the rows of dated wooden desks with marble counters, noticing the declining caliber of students sitting in each.

Seems like all the hotties are sitting in the front. Looks like I know where I'll be.

My eyes glance around the room, looking for a seat in the first row, noticing an empty one next to some preppy blonde girl but as I approach it...

"AHEM!" Mr.Harrison coughs loudly, motioning over to a seat in the back row next to some loser wearing glasses...

Fuck! I thought I was gonna at least be able to have some fun in this class... even with a blowhard like Mr.Harrison.

I reluctantly make my way to the back of the room, analyzing my new lab partner for the rest of the year. He doesn't look like he cares much about his appearance with his messy chestnut brown hair sticking out in all directions of his beanie...

What kind of weird ass hippie do you have to be to still wear a beanie in this day and age?

...and rough chapped lips that look like he's been anxiously biting on. His wide, almost child-like, eyes follow me as I approach him, latching onto me like a hawk.

I forcefully pull out the chair from under the table, accidentally scraping it alongside the floor; the screeching noise causing my lab partner to jolt up in fear, falling out of his seat.

Dammit... I didn't mean to do that.

My hand instinctively reaches out to help him up but he ignores it, pushing himself off the ground and taking his seat once again, seemingly unfazed.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you..." I say sympathetically.

"It's oka...okay, don't worr-...worry about it." He stutters out with a flushed face. Why is this dude blushing?

"My name is Nate, I just transferred here..."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Logan." He says with a smile, highlighting dimples that I hadn't noticed before.

"So... Logan, tell me. Is this dude always such a dick or did he just wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" I whisper in his ear, sporting my signature smirk. He gives me a slight smile, but doesn't respond, instead choosing to focus on Mr.Harrison's lecture about the class's syllabus.

I guess I scored a total nerd as my partner...

I tune out as Mr.Harrison drones on about the difference between a eukaryote and a prokaryote, waiting for the bell to dismiss me.

One of the girls in the front row looks back and winks at me. I smirk, returning the gesture, solely to entertain myself, the boredom from the class lulling me into a trance as I day dream her sucking my dick.

Her long tongue traces the length of my shaft, hungry for the musky taste of my coc- *BZZT BZZT*

The school bell breaks me out of my fantasy...

Damn, it was just getting good too.

I stand up from my seat, making my way towards the exit. Mr.Harrison glares at me as I leave but I casually ignore him. As soon as I walk out the door, I'm greeted by Ashley.

"Hey there stranger! How was first period?" Ashley booms with excitement.

"It was... interesting," I respond.

"I guess that's all that can be asked for at Liberty High... things are always interesting," She says sarcastically. We casually talk for a couple of minutes until someone shoves me aside, interrupting our conversation. My eyes take a second to adjust but eventually I notice it's... Blake.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Blake says, grabbing Ashley by the waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She smiles flirtatiously in response before leaning in towards him.

Fuck my life, they're a thing?

As I awkwardly stand near them, he eventually notices me, scowling in response. "What are you doing with this loser?" Blake growls.

"Hey! Be nice!" Ashley playfully yells at Blake. "This is the new transfer student, Nate Harkness, and I'm his Student Ambassador." She states gleefully with a smile plastered across her face. "Speaking of which... I forgot to ask if there's any extracurricular activities that you're interested in?"

"I was on the Basketball team at my old school and I was planning on trying out here." I say.

"Pft...Never going to happen!" Blake bursts out in laughter. My eyebrow raises, confused by his cocky demeanor.

Does this asshole really think he can stop me?

"Blake is the captain of the Basketball team... he basically handpicks the team roster every year since the coach is a deadbeat." She explains.

"Which is why there's no chance in hell someone like you is ever making the cut." He remarks. Ashley forcefully nudges his side and glares at him.

"Everyone... is welcome to tryout and... everyone... will be given a fair chance." She says venomously with Blake silently protesting beside her. "Honey, don't you have some meeting with your guidance counselor soon?" She says sweetly.

Honey? Such an ironic nickname for such a bitter human being.

"You'd better get going, I'm sure they won't appreciate you being late." Blake walks away, leaving me alone with Ashley.

"Anyways, let's continue with the show and tell..." Ashley says, leading the way through the entire school like a museum tour guide. The day seemingly drifts away until the final school bell rings, dismissing everyone.

Time for tryouts... I think to myself.