(A/N) Here you go, chapter two. Warning, this dose have some M-rated stuff... so watch out...


The next day I was anxiously sitting thought my classes. Every minute felt like a lifetime and every class an eternity. Although there were only three classes that were an hour each I felt like I would be trapped in the class forever. Not be able to see Winry, know what she wanted to do. teachers kept calling on me to read, to answer a question, but I was so lost up in my thoughts, I payed no attention.

I was worried that sooner or later, the teachers would get sick of my behavior and make me stay in for our lunch break. My friends tried to talk to me, I couldn't hold up a conversation...


"And then I totally licked his face and he- Ed are you even alive?" Sheska asked me "You're staring out into space..."

"..."

"Earth to Ed? You awake down there?"

"Down where? Wait... Are you calling me short?!"

"So what if I am? You're not listening to how I scored fifty bucks!" She exclaimed

"I don't care how you got money..." I mumbled and sunk my head in my work sheet.

"Hey dude are you okay? Did I do something to make you mad?"

"No... No, I've just been stuck in a rut."

"What kinda rut?"

"My rut, My business..."

"Common dude, you know you want to tell me... teeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllll mmmmmeeeeeee~~~~~"

"Fine... I don't know how to do number six..."

"First, I can't do shit when it comes to math. Second, if it was math, you'd be crying... You can't stand to not know crap."

"Shut the fuck up, I know what I do and for what reason. I won't cry..."

"And you sure as hell wouldn't be like this."


The last five minutes of my third period class were the worst. Just a few more minutes till I get to see her. A few more minutes till I get to experience something none of my friends have. To be the first to reach a mile stone. I know they will see me as a god after this. Who knows, maybe they might like me more than they like Roy. Most of them do only like me for my house...

I take a look at my phone and it says four more minutes. Four more minutes of hell to go through. Four more minutes of waiting. I pack my stuff up slowly hoping it will pass the time a little faster.

"Mr. Elric! There is still a while till class is over!" Mrs. Curtis exclaimed "Why don't you be the last to leave?"

"What! But that's not fair!" I yelled

She dismissed the rest of the class and said "Well Ed, sometimes life isn't very fair." Little did I know this would be the message I would follow through the rest of my life...


As soon as the last kid left, I picked the rest of my stuff up and put it away and Mrs. Curtis doing the same. "Hey Ed, what's up with the hurry all of a sudden? You're normally the last to pack up."

"Well, I'm just in a hurry. So if you don't mind..." I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door.

"Edward..." She called out. Mrs Curtis was always like another mother to me. My mom didn't do much and was always at work so she acted as another parent when I needed one. "Is it about that girl~" She smirked "You know... Winry?"

"GAAHHH MRS CURTIS! Why do I even tell you these kind of things?" I reached for the door knob and turned it

"Because, I have the mind of a fourteen year old and can communicate with the vermin such as yourself." She said with a straight face. Witch kinda creeped me out. Man shes weird...

"Well, I gatta go..." I stepped out

"Yeah, go get some Ed!" She yelled

"YOU'RE MY TEACHER! DON'T BE TELLING ME THAT KINDA STUFF!"


I ran out of the classroom and to the spot where I always hang out. My friends weren't there and I thanked my lucky stars for that. I scoped out the area for the girl of my dreams with her no where to be seen.

Maybe she got tired of waiting for me...

All of a sudden a pair of hands reached out and grabbed my arms and I jumped and squealed like a little girl. I heard Winry giggling and dragged me behind the school. "Winry? What are we doing-" Before I could finish, she pulled us down to our knees and hidden from sight and she kissed me.

My first kiss... With the girl I loved, Winry...

Time stopped. Everything around me was gone. We were not at school, not next to a dumpster... But after a few seconds, she lowered her hand and I felt a smirk coming from her... She was reaching for my pants...

Holy. Fucking. Shit...

I open my eyes and I see hers shut. I shut them again and try to enjoy myself. My thoughts were running rampant and before i knew it I was hard as a rock. Naturally, I was kind of embarrassed to have a hard on at school. I felt her hands caress my my dick and felt her smirk. My face was heating up and I didn't know what to do. Grab her boobs? I hate it when I don't know what to do... I just sat there with my arms around her neck while she massaged my junk. And boy, she was good at it.

When I finally got to the point of letting my guard down and relaxing, I moaned and then blushed. Winry pulled away with a trail of saliva connecting our lips together. "Sounds like i'm doing something right, huh?" She said, pulling some loose hair behind her ear.

"I- umm- You-..." I blushed and could hardly say anything. Still wanting more and at the same time just wanted to leave to save myself from the embarrassment she puts me through. And maybe spend a little alone time in my room… Just for a little bit though…

She slowly pulled me back but just before our lips could touch, the bell rang, signaling that our next class was about to start. She stood up and bent over enough to where her breasts were sitting by my face. "Same thing tomorrow?" She asked. i just nodded my head up and down like an idiot and staring at her cleavage. "Good, cause I wasn't going to take no as an answer." She stated then walked away, swaying her ass back and forth in her tight pants as if her ass calling out to my hands to just grab it… damn that would be nice… But, that's for later...


Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck-

My history teacher, Mr. Scar, who I frankly didn't have a good history with, was handing out a pop quiz about some native american shit that no one cares about because, why would you want to give a fuck about some dudes dressed up in feathers and some white guys who took some land. I get the concept but why do we need to learn it if half the class will just fall asleep during the lesson?

"Pull out your pencils, no cheating, no music, no pens, and no phones. Do I make myself clear?" Mr. Scar said as if he was laying out the rules for a war. I frankly was a genius in every possible subject but at this moment, this particular moment, I was useless in every subject with a possible exception of sex ed… Which I don't have as a class…

My mind was filled with horn ball thoughts about Winry. How skilled she was with her tongue and how she grabbed me. Thoughts of how her and I could do things in the future. All of it. I was using almost all of my will power just not to jack off in the middle of class then and there.

My extremely irritating erection was concealed by my jacket I tied around my waist and I'm not even sure if it was helping because of how weird I'm acting right now. Red face, tapping my foot on the ground as fast as humanly possible, constantly fiddling with my jacket sleeve that was on my lap.

My quiz was handed to me and I looked at the questions 'who was Squanto? Who was the chef of Squanto's tribe?' That kind of shit.

I was answering this kind of stuff left and right all week long and yet I couldn't even remember who this guy was. I found myself pulling my hair and biting my nails just in hope that it would help me think a little better but all I could think of is how her lips felt on mine for the first time. God dammit I want to hate her so much right now. But how the hell could I do that. She's too perfect.

Little by little, students were handing in their papers while I haven't even answered the first question. I saw Mr. Scar look at me a few times in confusion. Probably wondering why I'm one of the last people to turn in a test when I'm usually one of the first to do so. Only nine questions on the quiz. Could I answer one? Nope…

The timer signaling that we were out of time to do our quiz went off. I quickly scribbled in answers that probably made no sense and turned in my work. At least its better than nothing I guess…

Everyday from that point on I would just scribble in the answers and hope for the best… not just on tests and quiz's but for my own life as well...


(A/N) So there's chapter two... And Mr Scar is the history teacher now... You probably want a cookie after reading this... You deserve one if you read my shit... -gives cookie of your choice-