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2~Blenderface, Asians, and a bit of Rapeface

After I changed into my casual clothes, I was kindly escorted to my next class by Grell. Of course, this drew all the attention I so didn't need. I braved through it, however, and was relieved that I was at the door of my British Literature class. Ginger wouldn't let me go in peace, wanting a kiss ("with tongue~!"). I kissed the mouth from which that shrill command came with my fist, entering the room with a pissed off look on my face.

My fellow classmates glanced at my entrance, making me realize that I was the new girl yet again. My choices were limited in terms of choosing my seat and I found myself sitting next to Blenderface, the dude who offered me those dog treats he called cookies. You probably know his name so bare with me if I'm sounding a bit insensitive. I won't directly ask him because that would require interaction I don't want.

"Hello again," he sniggered, giving me a "I-don't-give-a-fuck-if-I'm-creeping-you-out-in-the-end-you're-gonna-get-assaulted-and-like-it-bitch" grin. Creepy ass bastard.

"Isn't that nice? It looks like we have two classes together," I replied. Can you just feel the sarcasm dripping from my voice? I tried concealing my annoyed face with my hair, hoping that the guy would stop talking to me. Where's the teacher in charge of this class?

"Such pretty hair you've got there, love," commented Blenderface. I was really about to thank him for the compliment 'til he added, "I wonder if it'll still have that luster when you die…"

I gave up trying to hide, feeling my emotion scale going from pissed off to downright weirded out of my panties. The grey-haired creeper giggled then guffawed as if I just ferociously tickled his G-spot or something. Others in the room halted what they were doing to see what caused the commotion, conversing amongst themselves. But you know in these kind of situations, kids can never whisper low enough.

"He's never laughed that hard before…!"

"Now she's gonna get that prize he's always talking about."

"O.C.s always manage to do the impossible…"

Prize? What's that, expecting to wake up in my bed and finding out that I'm stripped of my clothes, in chains, actually underneath his house in a sex dungeon? I could see it now, especially seeing Blenderface trying to force feed me his dog biscuits while I'm subjected to him groping around in places I won't bother to discuss as his friend Rapeface-you might know him as creepy smiling dude-watches, saying how he thinks it's good to see a new face around in Rapeville. Ginger's in there somewhere, playing as the seemingly helpless spouse.

But that's just my imagination (and possibly you guys' sick fantasies).

"Hey," I interjected, "what's this prize those supporting characters talkin' about?"

Blenderface took a minute to come back from his happy place, wiping his eyes-or the shadows that covered where his eyes were supposed to be.

"Hehehe…it's a secret," was all he made known, leaving me in a deadly suspense because I didn't like the way he said that at all. Eventually, class started when the teacher walked in with who I guessed was his assistant. Now, it's not like I have anything against Asians (I really fancy them), it was just that this particular pair had a way of grating on my nerves. You know that expression that involves "being on the same page"? Well, not only was this guy not on the same page, he wasn't in the same book. Hell, he wasn't even on the right shelf.

But that's enough about invisible bookcases.

The assistant didn't even exude a professional aura. She was clearly projecting herself as a TILF, with the exception that any heterosexual girl wouldn't want engage in that sort of activity so we'll say TBALLF. Don't ask me how to say that. And if you're confused, wait 'til the end to get some clarification. For now, a hint: MILF means Mother I'd Like to (fornication under the conscription of the king). There's something you can show off to your friends.

I had to intervene on the Asian teacher's so-called "lesson".

"Do you know what you're talking about, sir?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh? Looks like we have a challenger, Ran Mao. Of course I do, Miss Cornelius. We're talking about chemical reactions," he answered.

That's exactly my point. "But this is a literature class. Not science."

"Is that what this is? Oh, right. I've seemed to have forgotten. Get out the quizzes, Ran Mao," the early on-set Alzheimer's patient ordered, sitting down at his desk. This was some mega bullcrap.

After finishing the (basic math) quiz, I started to get my things together. The bell rung and I booked it out of there, soon being in Ginger's clutches. He clung onto my arm, sighing blissfully. Was my presence that orgasmic?

"Hey, Grell?" I called.

"Yes, Ollie~?" he sang, showing off his shark teeth.

"How blind are you without your glasses?"

"As a bat. Why?"

Ready to see how in love with me he really was, I snatched his glasses off of his face and searched for someone to plant them on. Turning sneaky and sly, I put them in the back pocket of Rapeface's pants.

Or attempted to.

With exact accuracy, the possible participant in my future nightmares caught my wrist. Shit. I was screwed, judging by the "somebody-done-fucked-up-now-and-that-somebody-is-you-mothafucka" smile on the guy's face. His eyes weren't accusing, but they gave off that sort of vibe that made you want to lose control of your bowels and your clothes simultaneously, and I did not just think that. Disregard that…disregard that right now!

"Is there something you need, Miss Cornelius?" he kindly interrogated, releasing his death grip. My hand went limp, dropping Ginger's glasses.

"First of all, my name is Oll-I mean, Ophelia, and no, I just wanted to return these glasses," I lied smoothly, bending down to get them. During that short time I was vulnerable, I was molested. Ginger didn't bother to hide the satisfaction in his tone as he apologized for the rather invasive touch.

"But Ollie, those are mine," whined the blind molester.

Rapeface's smile receded a bit. Ah-hah! Found his weakness.

"Oh, really? Be careful next time, dude," I cautioned, laughing as I patted Ginger's shoulder. "Sorry for the inconvenience there, uh…"

"Sebastian Michaelis, Miss Ophelia," he introduced, taking my hand and kissing it. I think I'll call him-

"Bassy~! Don't steal her!" Grell fussed. Then, he had a look that earned him the title of Rapeface, as well. He hung off of my arm, batting his eyelashes. "Unless you want to share her with me."

Many unwanted imaginings flooded my mind then, including many black censor bars and M-rated situations. I grabbed Ginger and headed off to our last class together, thinking about how my dirty mind always managed to ruin things for me.


Oh, Ollie!

A/N: Of course, the "T" in TILF means Teacher. And TBALLF means, "Teacher Boys and Lesbians would Like to (Fornication under the conscription of the king)"

So tell me guys, how'd you describe Sebastian's (or the Undertaker's) smile? Review! Oh, and if the Undertaker had a name other than the one we know, what would you call him? I don't know about you, I'll call him…eh, tell you next chapter.

Much love,

Berry!

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