Me: Does anyone have a handkerchief?
Pedro: Why?
Me: Just... Cuz *shrug*
Pedro: sigh* just go on with the story.
Me: But I wann-
MPOV

I ended up getting into homeroom right before the bell rang because of a certain someone. That certain someone, or someones, being Lissa and her Slut Crew. Lissa and her cronies were always messing with me, for what reason, I don't know, but she ended up getting the embarrassment of a lifetime.

8:20, In the parking lot

I had just arrived at school and I was parking my motorcycle when I heard a nasally voice I knew all too well.

"Awww, Wittle Maxie-kins is trying to look pretty; for her boyfriend ,Arland Snape."

Oh hell no. Arland is a total nerd whose fingers are always moving; in and out of either his ears or his nose. And he is definitely not my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Lissa," I began, "but unlike you; I'm not that desperate."

Her face began to run a sickly shade of red-almost as red as her hair. As a result, her cronies began to try to comfort her, but it wasnt working. She was steaming mad. Just what I needed, I thought, an angry Lissa. Now she's gonna be even more bitchy than usual.

"At least I can get a boyfriend and get laid."

She had a triumphant look. Not for long.

"Well, my dearest Lissa, that is what makes you a slut and a whore."

That was apparently the last straw; she gave a high-pitched, nasally war cry and she somehow charged at me in the pair of shoes she was should have never decided to wear those 6-inch killer heels or else I wouldn't have tripped her so easily.I mean that all I had to do was step to the side and stick my leg out.

Classic.

Lissa was now in a heap on the ground and there's nothing bad about this, right? Well,her butt was in the air and since she decided to wear a skirt today all her junk was showing. Rule Numero Uno; Never trip a slut- they might not be wearing any underwear. I found this out the hard way when looked down at Lissa's form. After I saw her, um, parts, I did the only thing I could think of at the moment; yelling.

"OH MY GOD LISSA! PUT SOME UNDERWEAR ON, MY EEEEYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS," a horrible stench wafted up to my nose from Lissa's body, " AND IT STINKS TOO, DO YOU HAVE A DISEASE OR SOMETHING? CUZ YOUR PUSSY STINKS! OH GOD! IM OUT OF HERE!"

I ran, hearing the people outside laugh at Lissa's humiliation.

Present Time

Ms. Beasy pushed up her glasses and held them in place with her hand.

"My, my, is that really you Maximum? I don't recall you ever being this early, or wearing a skirt for that matter."
I jokingly glared at her. Ms. Beasy is one of the only cool teachers that I can actually play around with without getting in trouble.

She continued, "You may leave now Max, the rest of the class is dismissed, also. You all may go."

DAT TIME SKIIIIIPPPP ( TO FOURTH PER. LUNCH TIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE)

When it was the junior lunch time, I practically ran out of the classroom and to the parking lot. Since I was a junior this year, I had the option of off-campus lunch. I literally jumped for joy when I learned about this new privilege.

I fished around my pockets for my keys, fumbling around with them until I managed to get them in the ignition. After I turned the key, I heard the wonderful purr of...nothing? What's happening?, I thought as I checked my motorcycle. If my ride wasn't functioning then how am I supposed to get my lunch now? I groaned at the fact of not being able to get an actual lunch instead of that slime they call meatloaf from the cafeteria.

I was sitting on my black Suzuki GSXF-600 when I hard a male voice call out to me,

"Hey!"

Sorry guys, I know this was just a gallery chapter, but I have to fit the next event in a different chapter
Pedro: The authoress had this already typed out but she was just too lazy to upload it... She is soooo stupid *shakes head*
Me: HE-
Has anyone else noticed that I've been cut of-

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