CHILTON PREPARATORY.
Professor Ibsen: " There will be no exceptions whatsoever with this project, all of you who wish to switch partners right now would might as well begin forgetting about it because it won´t happen, not even through blackmail, not even through wealth power, not even through family status… ".
Could this guy be any more cruder!?. God!. He´s such a moron!.
Professor Ibsen: " You will pair up with the person I want you to pair up with, not the other way around… ".
" I DESPISE YOU " LIST.
by Tristan Janlan DuGray.
The Nominees Are:
1. DEAN FORESTER (hatred is beginning to fade away……I got the girl, haha! J).
2. Please welcome: PROFESSOR CHARLES IBSEN (applauses can be heard in the background).
3. (Lies in wait……still searching though.).
I closed my notebook and chuckled to myself, doing my very best to stifle the hard laughter that was building up in my throat.
Sometimes I could be so immature and so childish, but I didn´t care, I had to do something to entertain myself…
Professor Ibsen: " Angela and Rodrigo,……Heath and Tara,……Eustace and Lauren,……Louise and and Drew,……Phillipe and Crystal,……Naomi and Tristan… ".
WHAT!?.
Rory, who is seated on my left side, glances over at me and I shrug my shoulders helplessly the moment I lock my beady, blue eyes on her grayish-blue ones.
She´s looking gloomily at me.
Her sad face almost piercing my heart, cutting it in half…
Professor Ibsen: " Francis and Blake,……Paris and Jacob,……Seth and Madeline,……Travis and Blair,……Patrick and Rory,……Greg and Josephine…… ". WHAT!?. WHAT!?...
Ok, one more time……WHAT!!??...
Professor Ibsen: " And for last, Hanson and Brenda……Now, listen carefully, class, I will be gone for three days, there´s not an available teacher to take my place in Chemistry teaching, so… ".
Mary is going to study with Patrick!?.
I´m going to study with Naomi!?.
Oh God…
Rory can´t study with that idiot!. He´ll eat her alive with his horny, fucking eyes!.
I can´t study with one of my ex-girlfriends!. Especially if the latter is still pinning for me!...
Professor Ibsen: " In these three following days, you will all direct yourselves to the library instead of here, you will take your Chemistry books and study the pages I will later on assign you with the partner I set you up with… ".
Ok, this is Hell, this is Hell.
I must have died and went to Hell!.
Why didn´t I repent for my sins when I had the time!?......WHY GOD!?, WHYYYYY!!??.
Satan is bald and bloated…
I´m so disappointed…
I had always pictured him to be a tall, mischievous lad, and what I´m seeing in front of me right now is most likely to be a still closet-hidden homosexual…
Not that I have anything against a person with a different sexual orientation though, but still…
I was expecting a straight, over-confident devil, not a crooked, sullen " I hate you all, I want to make your lives miserable " punk wannabe...
Professor Ibsen: " All of you can sit on whichever table you desire, but you are not allowed to separate from your assigned partner, you are to stay with them until the clock indicates the conclusion of what might have been a normal Chemistry class, understood? ". Low, almost unintelligible approving voices answered back. They were so cheerless and full with ennui. The Professor then revealed the number of pages we will be studying on each day of those three days in which he will be absent. " Ok then, you may all go now ". He begins shuffling through a stack of papers on his desk, attempting to set them on order. Everyone looked muddled, looking at the person beside them with doubt. " What are you all waiting for?, go to the library! ".
We all jumped at the sudden outburst and did as told…
IN THE HALLS.
Rory: " I can´t believe he set you up with her! ".
Tristan: " He set you up with Patrick, Rory, that´s even worse! ".
Paris: " Will you two stop arguing!?, God!, it´s not like it´s the end of the world or anything! ".
Rory: " You got partnered with Jacob! ".
Paris: " Ok, so maybe it is, but it´s not that bad!... ".
Tristan: " He doesn´t understand a thing a person tells him, you´re going to have to teach him Chemistry for two whole hours, Paris! ".
Paris: " Ughh, stop being so negative!, you´re getting on my nerves! ".
Rory: " Everyone gets on your nerves, Paris! ".
Paris: " Screw you! ". Ok, so everyone is enormously pissed off by the partners Ibsen gave us. They all suck. " Ok, I shouldn´t have said that… ". When Gellar realized what she had just said, she began apologizing, looking desperately for forgiveness…
Rory was, after all, the greatest friend she had ever had…
Rory: " No, no, it´s ok, I want everyone to screw themselves too ". I was now jumbled.
Tristan: " I now pronounce you ` hostile Mary ´! ". Teasing her with a mocking smirk showing on my full lips.
Rory: " Shut up, Evil One ". She hid a smile, I noticed. I laughed. My arm sprung out and hooked around her slim waist. I pulled her forward, so close to me…
Tristan: " You know what you have to do… ". I breathed huskily in a suggestive, desirous tone right in front of her lips…
I was a master when it came to uttering innuendoes…
Rory: " So hot you think you are! ". Expressing a thought out loud, jokingly…
Tristan: " So hot I know I am… ".
Rory: " It´s either you or you ego, I pick none ". She smiled.
I whisper, staring at her, eyes full with seduction:
Tristan: " You always pick me ". I kiss her, sucking her lower lip, lingering onto it for a while before I suck her upper now, deliciously…
I´m taking her whole entire mouth completely in captivity…
I don´t care that we have to get inside the library, I wouldn´t give a damm about failing a class...
My lips are kissing hers…
And I love it…
I feel her body relaxing in my arms, her hands coming up to meet the skin at the back of my neck...
One of her hands running up and down at my nape, caressing my flesh, her fingers brushing gracefully, tickling me so very slightly…
She seems to be very fond of my hair too because she´s now running the same hand that was previously on my nape on my blonde mob now…
I separate her tasty lips open and slid my eager tongue inside, going within to explore and conquer new territory…
New forbidden areas…
She´s pleading me to kiss her a lot more harder, a lot more rougher…
She´s desperate…
I´m desperate…
Pulling my head down, anxiously, much lower, more down, forcing my mouth to press onto hers with extreme aggression…
With extreme forwardness...
I can´t resist myself…
I´m not holding back onto anything…
I´m just obeying…
Obeying to her commands…
To her pleads…
To her silent begs…
Giving in…
Giving in to her…
Paris: " Aghhh, repugnance!, revulsion!, I´m disgusted!, my eyes!, my eyes! ". We broke apart only to see Gellar covering her eyes with her hands…
I chuckled.
She´s becoming more like Mariano each and every day…
A match made in Hell!...
Rory: " Aw, shut up, Paris, you know you do it all the time with Jess too! ".
Paris: " In private! ".
Rory: " In my living room! ".
Paris: " In private! ".
Rory: " In my bedroom! ".
Paris: " Busted ". She muttered in defeat, trying to hide her blush…
Rory and I laughed.
We walked inside the library, dreading already the following study hours that were to come...
I suddenly had a feeling…
Was it a bad one?.
I wonder…