School Life (Part 1)

School Life
by Amsterdamnson

I was walking down the normal route to my school. High school was always a drag, and I thought I went through my classes pretty well. I clearly couldn’t wait to get back to school and start another boring day. Walking along the road, I kicked some leaves in the cold autumn wind, shouldering my backpack. It was on this route that the one house that always interested me to and from school appeared around the corner.

That house belongs to the girl of my dreams. Her name is Jessica, and she is perfection in my eyes: 5’3″, beautiful curves, full D-cups and a nice round bubble butt. She always wears outfits that guys in the hallways salute to in their lower regions, outfits that hugged her curves tightly and really showed off her body. She was a nice light shade of brunette and had warm dark-brown eyes. I was crushing on her since my early elementary years, and even though I put up with all the shit other kids in school gave me, I still continued to like her not just because she was amazingly hot, but because she seemed to stick by my side no matter how much I got ridiculed.

Even though she had a boyfriend and had many others over the past while I never was in a relationship, I always still had hope of walking to school with her so I could talk to her. However this wasn’t the case, as her boyfriend had already evidently driven to her house and picked her up to drive her to school. Sad, I walked onward with my head down.

As I took my first step to my first class after shutting my locker, the bell rang and we all took our seats. I had the same schedule as Jessica, thank God, but we sat a few seats apart in first period. Usually we would pass notes but we were caught a few days earlier and the teacher kept close watch on us. I looked over at her, and she smiled at me sideways as though to not attract attention but to indirectly greet me. She looked down at my feet, motioning for something, so I followed her gaze.

At my feet was a small sticky note which read one simple statement, unlike all the jokes and high school rumors we usually talk about. It read: “We need to talk after class.”

Thoughts began swimming through my head. I turned to Jessica, but she was intently paying attention for once (or so it seemed). The teacher called out my name and I immediately perked up.

“Yes sir?”

“Aaron, are you even paying attention or are you going to stare off into space all class?”

“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you all say, but it always happens again. Well moving on…”

The bell rang, and I packed up my binder and closed my textbook. I simply walked to my locker and switched out textbooks for second period. When I slammed it, Jessica was leaning against the locker, her books right under her perfect globes. I tried not to stare as to make things awkward.

“Hey.”

“Uh… hey. So, what did you need to talk to me about?”

“It’s about Jack…” She sighed in exasperation. Jack was her current boyfriend at the time, star player on the football team, built like a brick house and simply a stud.

“What about him?”

“We…” There was a slight tremor in her voice. “We broke up today.”

“What?!