Yours

****A.N. **** this chapter is for HumanInfiltrator the only person who really loved and got what my characters were about. (That I know of) I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue writing because of the bad reviews but HumanInfiltrator changed my mind so this chap is for u!!!!!



Mr. Navarro made the front row bottles move backwards to that his new pets could sit in the front row. Wow. I have never seen Mr. Navarro take such a partiality to new students. They must have blown the ball out of the atmosphere in their placement tests. Ether that or they had hell on money. Most likely the hell on money, yep that’s what I’m thinking I mean youcan practically see the dollar sighs in Mr. Navarro eyes.

Our school is like no other that I have ever heard of. Not only do they not separate the different grades by classes. They feel that intergraded mixing will help or “force” the younger kids to learn or be trained. Who out of the older students would want to be showed up by a freshman and then be laughed at and broken out of the cookie cuter mold? Even though this has caused quite a few beat downs. I having received one on my first day by answering one question that a jock seemed to find complicated. Trust me since then I have learned the errors of my ways. Keep your arms and legs inside the desk at all times and for no reason open your mouth.

So instead of trying to actually learn anything and have myself beaten to a pulp I try to catch up on my sleep. I think it was kind of sharp thinking on their behalf to have intergraded mixing of students, but then who ever said hell was stupid. That was one of their major pitches to the parents of the bottles. Not only do they encourage learning they peer pressure it too. Isn’t that sweet teachers have come up with a way to use our own embarrassment to make us learn. Or in my case try because I’ll be damned if I allow them to take over my way of thinking.

Max seemed to be starring into the back of Dirges head and trying to read all of his personal thoughts. Or more importantly his wet dream hmm is that sweat I see on his brow? How could they not feel the eyes of every person in the room on them? I mean look at the mirrors being broken out and the lip gloss being well glossed. Hmm I wish I could have seen those assess of theirs a little better, but had been too busy staring at there faces to bother when they sat.

I crossed my arms on my desk and laid my head in my folded arms and just tried to think about what kind of significant other these guys would be interested in. I mean probably your typical legally blond bottle that I will smash if she lays a hand on my cookie!

That reminds me I’m hungry I wonder if Elegy would let me take a bite out of him to tide me over till lunch. A little chocolate sauce and that man would make the perfect desert. What am I thinking about that man is the main course of any meal! Trying to get a better look into his lap, and I know he would be completely satisfying as well.

A bottle that was sitting behind cookie I mean Elegy reached out to touch his hair. The sight of her hand reaching toward that exquisite black hair had me growling softly to myself. When her hand actually made contact with it I almost jumped out of my seat. That bitch how she dare touch something that I consider holy. Who was she to touch my own personal god of shameless dreams? I rise up my head ready to chop that hand of f and let her pull back a nub. When Elegy’s well-built and graceful hand reached back and seized her hand so forcefully that it caused her desk to scrape towards him.

One moment his hand wasn’t there and then the next it was. A shock wave rolled threw the class room. All were aware of what was happing except of course the one who smells of moldy chalk. Elegy slowly turned around “YOU do NOT have the right to touch me with your offending smelling appendage.” He threw her hand away from him and the bottle clutched it close. You should see were it was already swollen and purple. Emerald eyes slowly surveyed to class room. They seemed to say ‘any who touch with out permission will be dealt with no mercy’. Oh man a god after my own lil soul. Not only was he hot, but he had a temper and was into violence. I’m in lust.


Then the bell rang and all was put to an end. The bottle ran out of class presumably to the nurse’s office to get looked at. All I kept thinking about was ha stupid bitch. Only it made me wonder what he would do to me if I tried to touch, but trust me if I was going to get hurt it won’t be his hair I was touching.

Evil plans ran through my head as I waited for the class room to empty. Max and I just sat there waiting for the next class. Luckily I had my first period and second in the same room. That way my sleep wouldn’t be interrupted, but that wasn’t a problem today. Since I had seen my own wet…. fuck that soaked dream walking around. Mostly what I had seen was sitting but some walking. That man looked just as rutt able from the behind as the front. I think the others did to. I’m not to sure if the others had a great ass because my eyes were glued to my cookies ass.

I needed a way I could grab, rub or gyrate some of that mans body for Suri.