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Lying awake at night had been a common occurrence, the noises of the inner city were ever-present as their variety never seemed limited to just the passing vehicles or people talking in walks by the house. Perhaps someone next door blaring whatever music they felt like or the usual spousal spat. Sometimes the occasional scream or other disconcerting noise of someone suffering would stand out amongst the rest. But that was just the white noise of the area where JC lived.
Rolling onto his right side, the moonlight bled in between the bent tin shades just ever so slightly illuminating to room where the other small lights did not. The alarm clock, for example always had that slightly menacing bright red tone while displaying the current time. Looking to its numbers, the face read '1:37 AM'. The young man audibly groaned as he prayed and begged his body to allow at least a hint of sleep before the morning sun came to ruin the cool night sky. Reversing his actions and rolling onto his back, JC stared straight up at the cracked and chipping paint of his bland off-white ceiling. He had always lamented where he lived and the state of his house but could never quite be bothered to change it for the reason of never seeming to have just enough money to get done what need be.
He sat up in the bed with a grumpy huff. The bedsheets were a dark blue and felt like dollar store silk but for what he needed, they got the job done. Looking around his room, the various things he'd had laying around always stood out to him as a mess. He was of course quite proud of his mess as he'd come this far practically alone but alas, it was still a mess. Throwing the sheets off and shakily standing from the bed frameless mattress, JC gradually made his way over to where he tossed his sleeping pants and tiredly hoisted them to his waist, letting the elastic snap at his sides with a thump. Picking up a tired stride through the dark room, his hand traced over the punching bag he kept hanging in the corner. His personal stress reliever that never complained, no matter how hard he hit it or for how long. Catching his toe on a dumbbell he lazily left by the bag rack, he stumbled forward with a hand on his foot.
"Agh, bitch!" He yelled. Hitting furniture or wood was one thing as they had at least some give, but try a solid lead weight that isn't going anywhere at near full walking force.
Stumbling with hand comforting toes, he stood back on two feet before moving the weight further under the bag with another of his trademark grumpy huffs. Heading down the hallway and into the kitchen where the blinds were left open from times past, the moon greeted him much more as the ghostly light trailed in, choked only by the smaller size of the windows.
Bottles of all kinds sat under a shoddy cabinet next to the sink. The pale light was able to illuminate such names as 'Stolichnaya' and 'Jim Beam'. But for tonight, the water from the sink would sate him as JC filled a cup and brought it to his lips, purging the dryness from his palette. The rest of the room aside from the small kitchen was some imitation of a living room filled with only the essentials.
A rough old couch that had obviously seen better days as the cushions were much more flat than they used to be with scattered rips and tears here and there sat right before a decently sized flat screen TV on a small stand. Connected and glowing with a red light was his second main source of entertainment. An old PlayStation 2 lie flat inside the stand shelving with a meager stack of games like 'BLACK' and 'Yakuza'. His personal favorite was an oldie titled 'War of the Monsters'. But on the left wall stood what kept him sane in his free time at home. A turntable stood proud upon a taller cabinet and its plastic body gleamed with the urge to sing whatever songs were engraved into the vinyls that it was given.
Kneeling down by the doors of the cabinet, JC fished out his favorite. Even in the dark of night, he always knew where his personal favorite lie in wait for its next spin. The moonlight painted itself across the cardstock cover and lit up only a portion of its title.
'...ate Machi...'
Slipping the disc out of the casing and propping the cover of the player open, he sat the vinyl on the platter and set the needle. JC sat himself on his couch with his legs across the cushions and stared as the pops and crackles in the speakers eventually gave way to some kind of tribal stick drumming and a woodpecker hammering away at a tree trunk along with what sounded like some children yelling to a real drum line. Then the heavy synth opening followed suit, establishing itself with force and vigor. The opening line crept in along with the beats.
"God money, I'll do anything for you..."
"God money, JUST tell me what you want me to..."
What may have sounded like harsh tones and screaming vocals to most were pretty soothing to the young man that was currently being carried off.
Gunshots
Blood
Screaming
Fear
Blood
BLOOD
BLOODBLOODBLOODBLOODBLO-
Nightmares were a common fare for the young man but his savior from tonight's would be the rumbling storm that circled the area. JC snapped awake as a crack of thunder nearly shook the house to pieces, the record player was long silent as the needle had reset itself into the crane cradle and awaited the disk flip to continue the album. Groggily righting himself on the couch, he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders to begin the wake up process. It was no surprise that his balance was not at peak when he stood a tad too fast and stumbled a bit to his room where the new school uniform lay in its bag along side a couple others. Looking toward his alarm clock, the display read '6:14 AM'.
"Ah shit..." he muttered while hastily grabbing a bagged uniform and heading to the bathroom. The shower head rained cold water on the sleepy young man as he shivered during his scrubdown. Finishing up and rinsing off, JC stepped out and quickly toweled himself off and started brushing his teeth. His eyes wandered from their reflection down to his quite sturdily built body, those morning workouts really did pay off.
JC was quite a big boy despite being an average 18 year old. Living out in where he did, you had to be. Any sign of weakness or inability to defend yourself was a flag for a jumping. Standing at six foot three and weighing in at a hundred and eighty six pounds, he was more than capable of handling himself, especially after all the fights he'd get into when he was younger.
Eventually his eyes trailed the details of his body and that's where his problems began. Everyone had their scars and marks, it was a given that people get hurt along the way but his marks were self made for his vanity alone. The tattoos that ran along his chest would make most police put and hand on their weapon immediately once they'd dug into the details. Every time he saw his shameful markings, it made his blood boil to remember his disgraceful past. JC scowled at his brands and stared downward into the sink for a bit before looking back up at the last place he could... himself.
His fair skinned features were masculine and pronounced but not without imperfection as a large bruise dotted the left side of his jawline and another, smaller mark lie under his left cheekbone. His eyes were a faded blue, almost comparable to slate at this point and had an air of being menacing or piercing if focused. His snow white hair fell past his shoulders with a center part.
Ripping open the plastic over the uniform, JC began dressing himself but happened to pause halfway through shaking out the new pants. He couldn't help but feel like he was missing something...
Rolling his is eyes in his own disappointment, JC muttered "Boxers, jackass..." and fetched a pair from the dresser by his bed.
Dressing up was quick aside from the only roadblock being his tie. At first struggling with it until he gave up and watched a tutorial on his phone. Tying his hair back into a tight, high ponytail a few loose locks fell by his temples and around his eyes. Throwing on his leather jacket, he gathered the days' supplies and headed off to his new school and hopefully, new life.
The train ride over was quick and painless as the city skyline passed the windows, painting the picture of the ideal city of today. Billboards dotted the buildings with advertisements of all kinds, promising the new and trendy products that would complete your life. But that wasn't important, what was is the new school he'd transferred to near the city limits. Classes started at 7 and he wasn't sure when he'd left but he knew it was most likely to late to be on time. Hopping off at the station, JC picked up a hurried stride as surprisingly, other students were still walking down the road and to the building. Patting himself down, he rolled his eyes yet again as the realization of forgetting the most important tool of his life lay at home on the kitchen counter... his phone.
"Fuckin' beautiful start already. Bet it's gonna rain too..." Surely enough, he was right. Almost as if God was taking time out of his day simply to cause him undue grief.
The rain rolled off his jacket as he ran a hand over his wet face. The grumpy look on his face would catch some looks from the other students going to their classes but that wouldn't matter much to him so long as he could be left to his own devices. His thoughts wandered from imaginations of his different classes and what they'd be like as most students do. His baseline hope was that he could finish this year without a hitch and be done with it entirely so he may continue his life and attempt to improve himself. Fairly average thoughts that everyone has at some point or another but soon those thoughts were cut off by a heavy thump against his left side.
"Gaah!" A small, feminine voice cried out as the sound of someone hitting wet pavement drew his attention. JC turned his cranky gaze toward the source and found what was a small girl with coral pink hair sitting at his feet and rubbing her head.
"Uwaah... I-I'm sor-" the girl's apology was choked up before she could finish as she looked up at the young man towering over her. She felt as though his eyes were boring away at her own while the contact remained.
"I-I'M SO SORRY PLEASEFORGIVEME!" Scrambling to get away, she launched herself down the sidewalk, covering her head from the rain. It was of note that she was one of the only students not carrying their umbrella.
'Fuck is her problem? Klutz...' Just before stepping away, JC saw what appeared to be a small purse laying in a puddle near where the girl had fallen. His conscience surfaced and urged him to at least make an attempt to be nicer, as it was important to make good first impressions.
'Seems like I already made quite the impression if I scared her off like that... Fuck it, fine. Karma or whatever.' Snatching it the purse from the puddle, he continued the walk to his fresh start.
The school lobby was filled with students getting themselves together for morning classes. Girls and boys talking and gossiping about anything and everything. Finding his locker and stuffing his jacket in, JC pulled up he sleeves of his uniform and peeked out over the crowd. Being tall had its advantages as amongst the various colors, he spied that same hue of pink bouncing up and down through the depths of the morning mob. Purse in hand, he made his way, gently moving people aside until he hit a clearing in the hallway. The girl now fully in view with books in hand made her way down the hall past a group of three boys with their uniforms in a similarly disheveled fashion to his own with loose ties, untucked shirts and rolled sleeves. Obnoxious hallway groups were quite common but these were a step above.
Typical delinquents that would harass girls, pick on others and be general dunces as they were known to be attended even this school. Truly nowhere was safe. Hoping and praying that they'd leave him alone, JC followed the girl with a brisk pace as his quest was nearing completion.
"Yo, nice purse man. Your boyfriend buy it for you?"
Stopping mid step, he turned slightly but shook his head and continued walking. 'God give me strength...' He thought. First day here and he can't have a reputation as a thug.
"That's what I thought. Be a good boy toy now!" The laughter echoed in his ears. Stares were being drawn from the lobby as some students couldn't help but notice the roaring laughter and the now angered student that none of them had seen before.
Turning straight around and walking up the the posse, JC raised his voice. "Is there a fuckin' issue?"
The laugh track may as well have had a record scratch with how suddenly it was cut off. Seems like confrontation was not very common in a school on the good side of town. More and more gazes from the peanut gallery started to make JC feel self-conscious but the voice in his head telling him to start wailing on those idiots was overshadowing anything else. One of them seemed brave enough to rise to the challenge and stepped up.
"Yo man, just calm your ass down. Take a fucking joke." Suddenly finding a hand gripping his shirt, the delinquent was near effortlessly thrown aside. God must have selective hearing as no strength of will was given today. Gasps escaped some girls as the boy was cast aside like trash, straight into the opposite wall. JC leaned down a bit to get right in the face of one that was leaning on the wall and now seemed to be quite insistent on clinging to it.
"You wanna talk it up again like that? Come find me outside. We'll fuckin' settle it there."
One final look toward the morning mob reflected their own stares away. Seems as though they had no interest in earning the ire of the new guy. Turning on a heel and leaving the scene, his cheeks flushed with the realization that he was falling back into old habits.
'Fucking wonderful. Now everyone KNOWS I'm an asshole...'
The first bell rang and students flocked to their classes as did JC. He may not have known exactly where he was going but room numbers didn't lie. Counting up slowly he eventually found his homeroom and entered. Most conversations went silent as he'd entered. Recognizing a few faces from the earlier crowd, he'd looked away clearly embarrassed. One face however stuck out to him, as she sat by the window. Her pen traced the surface of the paper while her eyes gave the impression of deep thought. That hue of pink was the same he'd been looking for before the unfortunate encounter. Finding an open desk and planting himself down, class began shortly.
The door opened once more, a teacher stepped in, greeted the class and introduced themselves. They received a greeting from the class in kind.
"Alright everyone, it seems we have a few familiar faces but this year, a new student will be joining us." JC could feel their eyes on him from all around as he tried to make his presence as small as possible. "Why don't you come up and introduce yourself to the class?"
'Please, no.' Rising against his embarrassment for the hallway display, JC stepped up to the front of the class and cleared his throat.
"Uh, hello... I just moved to the city a few weeks ago. You can call me JC." He'd desperately hoped that would be enough to satisfy them as their curious gazes analyzed any outstanding parts of him.
'Please just let me sit down.' He thought.
"We look forward to working with you. Now since you're new here we typically appoint someone to help you and answer any questions you may have. Any volunteers?" He was quite surprised to find that a few girls had actually raised their hands, one such being the girl from this morning even if her face betrayed her apprehensiveness.
"Erm... Sayori, why don't you help JC here? Go on, take a seat right by her." The teacher ushered him forward and he gladly went as it was a means to get out of the spotlight. Taking his belongings from the original desk he'd chosen at random, JC sat next to the girl now known as Sayori and attempted speech.
"Ah... Hi there."
"H-Hello...I-I uh..." her stammering would come off as annoying to most but it calmed him knowing she'd had as much trouble as he was trying to form sentences.
"Listen, I'm sorry about this morning. You know...running into you..." she said as she had her hands together between her thighs, shifting about ever so slightly.
"Don't worry about it. It looked like I scared you more than anything." He smirked at this, thinking back to the events.
"Well you're really big and tall! I thought you were gonna step on me!" He chuckled at her outrageous statement.
"I'm serious! You looked so angry that I'd bumped into you so I ran away! I hope you're not still mad..." her head hung a little as he cheeks puffed out. JC just shook his head, keeping that smirk.
"I wasn't angry at you, it was just the walking in the rain and forgetting my phone that made me a little grumpy." Something was tugging at him, like how one would think they've left the sink or light on in their home. "Oh, almost forgot."
Taking the small purse out from the pile of belongings, JC had finally finished his good deed for the day even if it was overshadowed by the negative reputation he'd just gained.
"You dropped this outside before you ran off..."
"MY PURSE! I've been looking all over for this, thank you thank you thank you so much! I was gonna have a panic attack if I lost all my snack money~!" Sayori beamed at the sight of the bag returned. She would have thrown her arms around him, dragging JC into a hug had she not been in class.
"Ehehe, I bet under that big, tough shell you're just a big softie." Sayori seemed to be enjoying herself as she continued giggling. JC however just shrugged at her. "Hey, JC... You haven't joined any clubs yet, have you?" Her eyes almost looked pleading as they met his.
"I've been here for a grand total of..." He looked to the wall clock and then right back. "...half an hour. No, I have not joined any clubs."
"Perfect!" Sayori was bouncing in her seat with her balled hands held up by her chest. "I have the perfect one for you!"
"Not interested." His immediate dismissal nearly broke her heart.
"W-What...? But you don't even know what I was about to say!" Tears may come but he knew being direct was the best way of getting his message across.
"Look, I'm just here to graduate and move on. I don't want to be in this building longer than I have to." Callous as he may sound, he figured it best to stay away from whatever he could and just power through this final year.
"Will you at least hear me out? I promise there will be cupcakes!" Sayori was near desperation now, almost as if she needed at least one person to follow her to this club. Reluctant but making his efforts to be better, he agreed.
"Sweets aren't my thing but, I guess I can look around. Where is it?"
"It starts after classes, I'll come find you when it's time to start!" The smile on her face radiated joy as her burdens and anxieties seemed to have been lifted. JC could easily see the ulterior motives but being that this is a school club, he figured they were most likely harmless.
The final bell tolled, signaling the end. Standing from his desk and shoving his books and notes away into his bag, JC stepped out into the hallway and began making his way out. He felt as though he had something else he had yet to do here as a lost memory tugged at him.
"Oh... right." He said aloud. Stopping and looking around, Sayori could be seen in the distance,
Scrambling around looking for him with a worried expression. When she finally made eye contact, that wonderful smile returned in force as she bounded down the corridor.
"I almost thought I wasn't going to find you! But I remembered that all I have to do is look up!" She giggled at her own playful poking. Taking his arm and guiding him through the mobs, eventually the two found their way to a quiet little door with muffled voices addressing each other behind it. Throwing open the door with the enthusiasm she was known for, Sayori proudly addressed the club.
"Hello, everyone! I brought our new member~!" The attention of three girls inside was fully directed on the "new member". JC could feel his face flush at the familiar feel of close analysis.
"Ugh, you brought a boy? Way to kill the atmosphere!" Said the short statured girl with bright pink hair. His attention drew straight to her as she glared and crossed her arms with quite the puffy expression.
"Look, I'm only here because I was asked to be." He retorted. JC could already tell they weren't likely to get along.
"W-What? But I thought you were interested!" Sayori clung to his arm with those same puppy eyes he saw when he immediately denied her request.
"I said I'd come and look around. Never said I'd join."
"Ahem..." One of the girls stepped forward and put on a pleasant smile as she put her hands behind her back. "Oh, don't mind our little friend here..."
"Little!" The pink one balled her fists.
"...she's just a tad shy and abrasive around new people. Now, since you're here to look around why don't you sit and relax? Allow me to show you what we're all about here." Her words were as enticing as her eyes. Truly that shade of green could only be found in the most flawless of emeralds, but something told him there was a deeply hidden danger.
"Yeah! Come on and park it, We've go tons of fun things to do here... like uh... read! Or make poems!" It's like Sayori was trying to fish something out of the aether that would pique his interest. "Yuri here makes some really good ones! I don't understand them but they're always great!"
"S-Sayori!" The tall, curvaceous purple haired girl seemed a bit taken aback by her compliments and blushed in turn. He almost thought he could she her shake ever so slightly.
"Alright, sure. I'll stay for a bit." JC sat with a huff and crossed his arms.
"Now, for introductions. My name is Monika and I'm the president of the Literature Club." She proudly states with a hand on her chest and head held high. "That over there is Natsuki."
"Hmph!" Natsuki crossed her arms and turned her head away. JC snickered at her, which only further soured her expression.
"You've already met my Vice President, Sayori. The last but certainly not least, Yuri." Monika said as she gestured to her. Yuri only shied away with her ever-present blush.
"H-How do you do..." Her voice was just as timid as she was, predictably.
"Now, why don't you tell us a little about yourself, mister...?"
"Just call me JC."
"Well then JC, we were just about to start our meeting. Now, has everyone brought their reading material?" Monika asked as she bent over at the hip with her sweet smile still plastered on. Nods from the girls widened Monika's smile.
"Okay then ladies, back to it! JC, since you're new and I assume Sayori may have left out a few things about the Club, so I'll be filling you in on the nitty gritty. We're a literature club that focuses on all aspects of the subject. Though we mainly read here, we do often have discussion about all topics pertaining to literature, of course. So tell us, what do you like to read?"
"Well, I don't do a lot of reading myself except for a couple mechanics manuals."
"Aspiring mechanic, are we? Have you read anything else?" Something about the way she was looking at him set off several alarm bells. JC tightened up from his discomfort.
"I, Uh... I'll pretty much read whatever so long as it catches my interest."
"You'll read anything, you say? Things like comedies or horror or even manga?" Yuri and Natsuki perked up with curious eyes pointed in his direction.
"I used to read horror books when I was much younger so I guess I'm familiar with it. As for manga, I've never read one." Where Natsuki's eyes darkened with disappointment, Yuri's seemed to glow a bit brighter.
"Well, why don't you just pair up and work with one of us then? Feel free to get cozy! Not too cozy though, ahaha~". Monika giggled as she turns back to her desk.
'Fuck is that supposed to mean?' He thought as he raised an eyebrow.
As the girls all went their own way JC found himself at his desk with not a single direction to take. "A-Ahem.." a small voice piped up from his left. Looking toward the source filled his eyes with nothing but deep purple. "I-I wanted to ask you, s-since you said you were familiar with the horror genre, if you wanted to possibly... read with me?" He couldn't help but find the stutter in her voice cute coupled with the way she shyly looked away at the tail end of her request. Unable to find a reason to object, JC agreed.
"Alright sure, what are we reading?" He asked as he planted his chin against a palm.
Yuri excitedly reached into her bag and withdrew a book with the image of some kind of eye like sigil. "A Portrait of Markov. It's about this woman that's trapped in a cult like camp and it-" catching herself before she could monologue, the then faded blush returned, this time lighting up her whole face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away! S-Sometimes I jus-" her staggered apology was cut off by JC's stifled chuckles.
"You don't have to apologize. I understand being so into something you like to talk about it." For the first time in a long while, he felt as thought he could somewhat relax and open up with someone else as a rare, genuine smile pulled at his lips. Immediately upon realizing these feelings, he did the only thing he knew how to do. JC clammed right back up, not wanting to put himself at a 'vulnerability' as he saw.
"Right then, do you wanna start?" He asked, trying to recover control of himself.
"Certainly..." Yuri responded, pulling up a chair to share his desk. As she sat next to him, her close proximity wasn't uncomfortable per se; more of a feeling he wasn't quite used to as he made room. Opening the hard cover, the pages caught his concentration as he tried to immerse himself in the words Yuri had undoubtedly read before, hundreds of times.
After a few page turns, Yuri stopped reading and came back to reality for a moment as her eyes peeked up from the pages to observe the others still enthralled in their own activities. Monika's writing, Natsuki's manga and Sayori's... nap. A small smile spread her lips as she looked out the corner of her eyes at the young man she was reading with.
Feeling a warmth against herself, Yuri had realized that they'd been in such closeness for long enough that the book had captured enough attention to make them realize that they'd been right up against each other the whole time. Arms and legs touching, sharing their heat and comforts. Her heart could barely keep itself in her chest as she didn't pull away for fear of disturbing the other reader at his side. Instead, she studied his stone features. From the piercing stare of pure focus to the sharpness of his jaw. Upon noticing the bruises on his face after a couple minutes of close inspection, her fingers somehow found their way to his injuries. The feel of her fingertips against his skin sent lightning through his system as his body reacted.
Breaking concentration, his stare shot right to her as he jumped back. Her embarrassment couldn't quite seem to find a cap as her fair skin became comparable to a tomato. Her eyes widened in horror at her subconscious actions and nearly put her in tears.
'What the fuck is she doing?!' JC thought.
"O-O-Oh dear lord, I-I'm so sorry! I d-didn't mean to touch you, I...!" Her once semi-coherent sentence was now a mess of syllables and stutters while he just stared at her with a hand on his cheek, sporting a look of shock and defensiveness. JC just shook his head and sat back down as normal as he could. "Don't worry about it, just... don't touch me."
The pair sat in silence for some time, not even attempting to touch the book as Yuri sat there nearly shaking, thinking she'd already managed to offend and turn away a potential new member or even worse, a new friend. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she beat up and berated herself for her prior actions.
'Look what you've done now you dunce! The first time you actually manage to work up the nerve to speak to someone and you do something so stupid! Now he probably thinks you're some kind of pervert! Lord knows he probably hates me already...'
Sneaking a look over at him, he seemed to be feeling at his bruises until he caught her eye on him as turned to face her. Imagine her fright at being found staring at him. 'AND NOW HE CAUGHT YOU STARING! It's like you've completely lost control of yourself!' Her negativity and embarrassment ate away at her, bit by bit.
"You alright? You're shaking..."
The simple question brought her eyes back up to his. She was at a loss for words until she took a deep breath and stood. "Y-Yes... please excuse me." Only offering that to assuage his worries as she rushed out of the club room, it left JC even more confused at the events that had just transpired.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about her. She's-" Suddenly hearing a voice behind himself almost made the poor boy have another near heart attack. Monika's sentence was cut off as she had spooked JC enough that he'd jumped forward from his chair to stand up, knocking over the desk and Yuri's book. His pulse was out of control as he took on a defensive position while Monika took a step back with her hands forward. "God, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you." Her apology was more or less in one ear and out the other as he was trying to figure out just how she managed to leave her desk and pop up behind him without him noticing a presence of any kind.
"Y-Yeah, no worries..." he offered as he tried to wash away the look of distrust painted across his features while fixing up his mess.
Clearing her throat, Monika spoke up addressing the club. "It seems our meeting for today is adjourned. So JC, have you come up with an answer for us?" The three remaining girls looked to him expectantly, even Natsuki to his surprise. He was hesitant to reply as a 'no' would earn him nothing but saddened and disappointed looks from the girls as if he'd personally dashed their hopes. But on the other, it would cut into his personal time for an old pet project.
Sighing and rolling his shoulders while standing up normally, he looked to the three and nodded. "Yeah I... I guess I can hang around here. It'd be nice to talk to someone every now and again... well and the reading part is okay too." Just like that, they were all smiles, even if a certain pink someone had turned away to hide said smile.
The wet sound of liquid dripping on tile echoed in the small metal chamber of the girls' bathroom. The red trickled and pooled by her shoes as small, hurried breaths escaped her. The gratification each stroke of the blade brought was just what she needed to calm herself down after today's 'eventful' club meeting. The knife sat on her bag as one hand felt open air brush across her new gashes and the other feverishly brushed at the crotch of her panties.
"Khhhh~!"
All the times before, simply scarring herself would get the job done but today... today was entirely different. There was a fire started inside of her, boiling her blood and sending her mind into the filthiest of gutters. Her need for satisfaction only grew as her stifled moans and labored breaths bled through the lapel of her uniform currently snug between her teeth. With each pass over her clothed yet quivering lips, her desire to punish herself only grew. Before long she was on the verge of finishing but was denied her release by the final school bell. An annoyed growl escaped her as she picked up Her possessions and went to the sink to clean up. She dared not look in the mirror as what looked back would disgust her to the very core.