The Ables
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,197
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Color me an asshole
The morning was chilly, and the ‘castle’ was silent except for the scurrying of mice. I was slightly worried Covle might say something about the other night but I doubt he would admit a girl ‘kicked his ass’ and as for explaining to my father why exactly he was in my sleeping quarters? Well, I probably could have rid him of his physical manhood and got away with it.
Today was the beginning of a new quarter, I particularly loved this time of the year. Not only do several small school fires happen (Rain + Blow Drying Chant = Bald Whorish Classmates) but my father houses a non-able. Last quarter we had a non-able named Henry. He had beautiful red hair and a well built nose. I thought about kissing him once, but my father told me that this one has Jewish, and I didn’t know if that was contagious of course. At night I would creep down into the private chambers and he would tell me stories. Rarely do the non-Ables take to me. They stay in their fit of panic and never just relax. I did miss Henry from time to time, but I knew they are always just temporary.
There was a shuffling sound outside of the room, Atticus strolled in, with a wide grin and wet brown hair painted to his face.
“You didn’t answer your door”
“and that permits a break in?”
Atticus shook his head and scooped up Ava in his arms and started for the door.
“It’s time for learning angry one.”
“Drop dead, weirdo.”
The school was looking as gloomy as ever, the beautiful smell of burnt hair clung to the air. The females in their little cliques talking of products, other sluts, and the new marks on their bedpost. The long stairway to hell or “education” was littered with Ables.
Out of the crowd of idiots, a unfamiliar idiot was walking towards us.
“Hey Atticus, still going to be my guide for the day?”
His eyes never left Atticus, his hair was long and a faded green fashioned in quite neat dread locks. His eyes were quite peculiar. Bright green with flecks of gold . This male was a good spokesman for vegetables.
“Yes, of course” Atticus looked a little bashful or maybe embarrassed because I was already irritated with this life size piece of broccoli.
“Grey, this is my friend Avalee, Avalee, this is my cousin Grey.”
With a charming smile and curious eyes he extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Atticus talks fondly of you.”
I was clearly not impressed, you’ve met one person, you’ve met the next. They are all idiots looking for the same thing.
“Your parents must have really hated you, naming you after a drab color and all.”
With a slight cock of his head, you would think he enjoyed the insult.
“Did your parents happen to hate each other too? To bore a bitch such as yourself?”
touché, what an asshole.
Grey winked at me and casually walked off to class. I shook my astonishment off. He definitely did not have his cousins demeanor.
As luck was have it, I ended up getting stuck with him in the Schreyer’s prized library. I tried very hard not to stare at him. But who could help it. With strange eyes like his and that giving mouth, and hands that looked like they could hold their own. I was wildly getting attracted to this piece of broccoli that easily pissed me off.
“You’ve got quite a colorful mind.”
“what the fuck are you talking about?” Ava pulled her long raven hair up in a twist.
“You are not so casually eye-fucking me.” His beautiful lips biting the end of his pencil.
“Oh god, you wish, please get over yourself.”
His hand casually landed on my inner thigh. I thought I had shot a fever and would burst.
“Would you like to spend some private time together after classes?” His voice as smooth and cold as ice water.
“Would you like to go fuck yourself in private and let me know how it goes?” Ava quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on his crotch with a firm grip. She left her seat with as much poise as one could have with the amount of frustration building within her.
“Handle yourself because you couldn’t handle me if you tried.”
With a smirk he went back his book shaking his head like a goddamn asshole.
I will tear his skin off, right before I ride it to hell, of course.
Today was the beginning of a new quarter, I particularly loved this time of the year. Not only do several small school fires happen (Rain + Blow Drying Chant = Bald Whorish Classmates) but my father houses a non-able. Last quarter we had a non-able named Henry. He had beautiful red hair and a well built nose. I thought about kissing him once, but my father told me that this one has Jewish, and I didn’t know if that was contagious of course. At night I would creep down into the private chambers and he would tell me stories. Rarely do the non-Ables take to me. They stay in their fit of panic and never just relax. I did miss Henry from time to time, but I knew they are always just temporary.
There was a shuffling sound outside of the room, Atticus strolled in, with a wide grin and wet brown hair painted to his face.
“You didn’t answer your door”
“and that permits a break in?”
Atticus shook his head and scooped up Ava in his arms and started for the door.
“It’s time for learning angry one.”
“Drop dead, weirdo.”
The school was looking as gloomy as ever, the beautiful smell of burnt hair clung to the air. The females in their little cliques talking of products, other sluts, and the new marks on their bedpost. The long stairway to hell or “education” was littered with Ables.
Out of the crowd of idiots, a unfamiliar idiot was walking towards us.
“Hey Atticus, still going to be my guide for the day?”
His eyes never left Atticus, his hair was long and a faded green fashioned in quite neat dread locks. His eyes were quite peculiar. Bright green with flecks of gold . This male was a good spokesman for vegetables.
“Yes, of course” Atticus looked a little bashful or maybe embarrassed because I was already irritated with this life size piece of broccoli.
“Grey, this is my friend Avalee, Avalee, this is my cousin Grey.”
With a charming smile and curious eyes he extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Atticus talks fondly of you.”
I was clearly not impressed, you’ve met one person, you’ve met the next. They are all idiots looking for the same thing.
“Your parents must have really hated you, naming you after a drab color and all.”
With a slight cock of his head, you would think he enjoyed the insult.
“Did your parents happen to hate each other too? To bore a bitch such as yourself?”
touché, what an asshole.
Grey winked at me and casually walked off to class. I shook my astonishment off. He definitely did not have his cousins demeanor.
As luck was have it, I ended up getting stuck with him in the Schreyer’s prized library. I tried very hard not to stare at him. But who could help it. With strange eyes like his and that giving mouth, and hands that looked like they could hold their own. I was wildly getting attracted to this piece of broccoli that easily pissed me off.
“You’ve got quite a colorful mind.”
“what the fuck are you talking about?” Ava pulled her long raven hair up in a twist.
“You are not so casually eye-fucking me.” His beautiful lips biting the end of his pencil.
“Oh god, you wish, please get over yourself.”
His hand casually landed on my inner thigh. I thought I had shot a fever and would burst.
“Would you like to spend some private time together after classes?” His voice as smooth and cold as ice water.
“Would you like to go fuck yourself in private and let me know how it goes?” Ava quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on his crotch with a firm grip. She left her seat with as much poise as one could have with the amount of frustration building within her.
“Handle yourself because you couldn’t handle me if you tried.”
With a smirk he went back his book shaking his head like a goddamn asshole.
I will tear his skin off, right before I ride it to hell, of course.