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and talking my way into the pants of my next conquest. I
rarely have any clue as to what the hell we are learning. I’m not a complete
idiot like they all want to believe. Everyone knows it deep down, but they just
don’t bother to say anything. I just skim by with the bare minimum because I am
who I am.
    Mr. Stevenson has made it his mission to call me out
whenever he gets the opportunity. He’s also the only teacher in this school who
doesn’t give me a little bit of slack. Most of the staff has a silent
understanding that I’m the schools only chance at winning a state championship.
    It doesn’t hurt that most of the staffs families are
employed by my Grandfather. In this town that entitles me to just about
anything if they want their families to be able to supply food to their dinner
tables come Thanksgiving time. A few turn a blind eye if I don’t turn in
homework assignments or don’t even bother to show up to class at all.
    Ms. Crandall gives me A’s on homework that I don’t even
remember doing just for giving her a few compliments here and there. Somehow I
have perfect attendance in all my classes except Government. There’s no big
surprise there though.
    “Umm…” I’m silent knowing that I don’t have the answer he is
looking for. I look to Mark for help. He’s a dick. All I get is a shit eating
grin from him. I debate on giving my usual smart ass remark since everyone’s
eyes are on me at this point. That’s what they all expect from me anyways.
Weighing the odds, I know that will only land me in detention.
    Coach will kick my ass if I get another detention after
school. He’d make me run laps around the field like always. Laps are his go to
punishment. He finds some sick pleasure in our pain like most great coaches.
The first time he forced laps on me was sophomore year when I was skipping
class to go hook up with…
    What’s her name?
    Sexy as sin brunette, huge tits, tight ass…legs for days!
    How could I forget that name?
    ---Darcy Williams.
     I can practically feel her lips wrapped around my dick
still.
    Darcy was a senior. God damn, the girl was gorgeous with the
longest legs imaginable and these outrageous green eyes. They were
exceptionally nice to gaze into while she was on her knees looking up at me for
some form of approval.  I took her up on the offer like any other red blooded
male would when she propositioned me outside of the locker room that day.
    I got caught coming back into school after the final bell
landing me with detention for a week and running at practice while the team
watched. They all laughed knowing that the smirk on my face was one of
amusement. Coach is always tough on us. That day I learned that Darcy was well
worth every single lap I ran. She gave me the most amazing head I’ve ever had
to date. I swear the girl didn’t have a gag reflex. I could feel the head of my
dick beating against her tonsils.
    I wonder what she’s up to now.
    “Are you daydreaming, Mr. Black? How about you pay more
attention to what we are talking about in class rather than reliving what
happened over the weekend. Sound like a simple enough idea?” Mr. Stevenson
barks. I must have been zoning out hard. I didn’t notice him turning his back
on the class to write something on the board.  
    How is it possible that I’ve only been in class for twenty
minutes and he’s already made it seem like I’m a fucking idiot? I wonder if my
Grandfather would pull some strings to get him fired. The next time he chooses
to make an example out of me I will be getting his ass canned before he can
even utter the words unemployment line. Asshole.
    Mr. Stevenson is in the middle of explaining the question
that I failed to answer when the door to the classroom swings open banging
against the wall. I’m pulled completely out of my day dream. It’s too bad. I
was just getting to the best part too.
    I look up just as… Oh god! What the fuck is this girl’s
name? I’ve only talked to her once and