Emmdash POV
I was sitting next to Miner, his cheeks flushed with red as usual. My eyes would widen as he stretched back, filling his red West End hoodie with his fat rolls.
"Hey. . . What's the answer to number twelve?" He would ask, tilting his head with a curious blink to his perfect blue eyes.
I would breathe in, before only saying my common phrase, "Wow!" Then immediately adjusting my glasses afterwards. He would laugh softly, covering his beautiful giggles with his red sleeve, "Noice!"
My eyes would look Zion over, taking his beauty in.
He always looked amazing when we were in Algebra class, his red hoodie making his chubby red cheeks filled with gorgeous puss filled dots shine bright. I would lean over, sinking my finger into his hoodie, poking into his glorious fat.
My eyes would widen, as his fat started to almost suck in my finger. I would start to panic, my glasses falling onto the tiled floor, shattering immediately.
"Noice!" Zion would exclaim, his fat now finally rejecting my poor finger. I would sigh, reaching down and putting on the wired frames, when I felt someone stroke my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. "Z-Zion!" I would squeak, holding back my grunt. His red lips, torn in dead skin would curl into a devious smile.
Suddenly, the bell would ring.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.