gorgeous gorgeous girls make bombs after school! kat&selene
Apr 15, 2022 13:29:43 GMT -5
Post by lucius branwen / 10 — fox on Apr 15, 2022 13:29:43 GMT -5
K A T
Grover Riggs' head has been all the way up his ass ever since he won the science fair last year. And let me tell you, this boy does not need another a reward for being mid – he needs a bar of soap and to know when to shut the fuck up.
It's unfair. I have to sit behind this guy in Calc, listen to him humble-brag in this gross, little nasally voice about his "scholarship sponsored" "research" "in alternative propellants for hovercraft," like that somehow makes him better than all of us. And every day I think about killing him. I've got a whole notebook of sketches on how I'd do it. I've got the whole back of his greasy head memorized by now and what a propeller blade would look like in it.
I don't wanna go to jail though.
Your girl's only fifteen! I guess I have to settle for kicking his ass at the science fair. I'd like to see him taken down a few pegs, maybe lose a few fingers too.
A girl can only dream.
Because then my whole plan got ruined when Mr. Tang started passing out sheets of our names in homeroom. Suddenly, the fair's gonna be a partnership this year, some bullshit about how the district wants to see some camaraderie and teamwork in the schools and factories.
Um, hello, am I the only one that remembers the voluntolding™ mere months ago?
Actually, guess that's maybe why.
I got paired up with a girl in the upper years, looked her up in the school system, and I don't know, she gives me a ton of nerd energy and maybe that's a good thing.
Anyways, I invited her over because I was sure Erwin was gonna be out today, but this nutjob's still home. From the bottom of my heart, as his sister who hates him very much, I think he just needs to get laid at this point.
It's like really fucking cringe the way he acts?
And that's what no action does to a person I guess.
The doorbell rings – "That's me!" – and I go to grab it, opening the door to this lanky, blonde girl standing in the frame, and honestly based on our emails over the school sys, I'd thought she'd be a lot uglier in person. I motion for her to enter, "Hi, come on in."
Maybe she thinks Grover's annoying as hell too – because a body is a lot easier to carry with two people?
But barely three steps into the house, the weirdest fucking sound comes from Erwin's room. I turn to Selene, smile painfully held up by sheer fucking will, and good god, I wish nothing more than to be an only child.
"Haha. Don’t worry! He's probably just cranking one out," I say, because that's waaaay easier than trying to explain how my brother's hobby is sewing together animals or something. What a fucking weirdo.
It's like, embarrassing.
"Anyways! Welcome. Ready to take names and kick ass?"
It's unfair. I have to sit behind this guy in Calc, listen to him humble-brag in this gross, little nasally voice about his "scholarship sponsored" "research" "in alternative propellants for hovercraft," like that somehow makes him better than all of us. And every day I think about killing him. I've got a whole notebook of sketches on how I'd do it. I've got the whole back of his greasy head memorized by now and what a propeller blade would look like in it.
I don't wanna go to jail though.
Your girl's only fifteen! I guess I have to settle for kicking his ass at the science fair. I'd like to see him taken down a few pegs, maybe lose a few fingers too.
A girl can only dream.
Because then my whole plan got ruined when Mr. Tang started passing out sheets of our names in homeroom. Suddenly, the fair's gonna be a partnership this year, some bullshit about how the district wants to see some camaraderie and teamwork in the schools and factories.
Um, hello, am I the only one that remembers the voluntolding™ mere months ago?
Actually, guess that's maybe why.
I got paired up with a girl in the upper years, looked her up in the school system, and I don't know, she gives me a ton of nerd energy and maybe that's a good thing.
Anyways, I invited her over because I was sure Erwin was gonna be out today, but this nutjob's still home. From the bottom of my heart, as his sister who hates him very much, I think he just needs to get laid at this point.
It's like really fucking cringe the way he acts?
And that's what no action does to a person I guess.
The doorbell rings – "That's me!" – and I go to grab it, opening the door to this lanky, blonde girl standing in the frame, and honestly based on our emails over the school sys, I'd thought she'd be a lot uglier in person. I motion for her to enter, "Hi, come on in."
Maybe she thinks Grover's annoying as hell too – because a body is a lot easier to carry with two people?
But barely three steps into the house, the weirdest fucking sound comes from Erwin's room. I turn to Selene, smile painfully held up by sheer fucking will, and good god, I wish nothing more than to be an only child.
"Haha. Don’t worry! He's probably just cranking one out," I say, because that's waaaay easier than trying to explain how my brother's hobby is sewing together animals or something. What a fucking weirdo.
It's like, embarrassing.
"Anyways! Welcome. Ready to take names and kick ass?"
