Ok, I seriously hate you

5. The banned objectionable clothing

Caramel sighed happily as she snuggled deeper into Affogato's chest.
Not that Affogato would mind. He's enjoying it as he caressed his new girlfriends hair.
*ring, ring!*
History class starts...
The new history teacher struts in.

"Greetings class! I'm professor Eclair. Or you can call me Mr. Eclair. I will your new history teacher for the rest of the year."
He digs a note from his pocket.
"What I have here is a note from the principal.
It says "no jeggings." That's all." He smiled.

"Huh? But their jeans though." Caramel said.

"No, my dear, they're leggings. Their just disguised to look like jeans."

"Yeah, Caramel! We could see your whole ass crack if you wore them." One student laughed.
"Ugg! Whatever." She groaned.
Affogato gave that student the death stare. As of saying. 'Say that again and I will make you regret it.'
The student shrunk in his seat.
"What about my taket?" A student named Blossom asked.
"Hey is that a tank top jacket?" Eclair asked.
"Yeah?"
"Unfortunately no. It's very slutty and can't be worn."
Blossom gave a hmph. "I bet you hate these stilekers too don't you?"
(Stiletto sneakers)
"Yeah those are definitely banned. Now those pants you're wearing what are those?"
"Stock-e's. Stocky, khaki's?"
"Yeah gotcha they're not allowed."
Blossom sat down on dissatisfaction.

"What about that guy? He's wearing a hat."

Caramel pointed to a student wearing a yarmulke.

"This is a yarmulke." He pointed out.

Then another student got up. "What about my yarmabra?" She then moves her hair to the side to reveal yarmulkes stitched to her bra.
"Wow! Yeah no! Your sixteen. And that definitely sacrilegious."
"So I'm gonna bet I can't wear my nirt?" A student asked.
"What?"
She then zips down her jacket.
To reveal her not wearing a shirt while wear a shirt at her chest.
"My not-a-shirt."
"Ok that's just not wearing a shirt."
"It's still mixed with a shirt." She pointed out.
"Ok you're gonna be suspended."

Affogato decided to join the fun.
"Ooh your such a fogey." He laughed.
Caramel smacked his arm.

"Wow! Haven't heard that word in a while, I'm thirty though. Thanks." Eclair replied.

Eclair then looked at the back of the class.
"Ok you in the back. What is that? Is that a shirt with the boobs cutout?!"
"It's a w-neck." She answered.
"Take that off!"
"Fine. But underneath it I'm wearing a nirt....you old fogey."

Eclair rubbed his temple irritability. "Ok I think you kids think that word is worse than it actually is."
"Then can I wear a condom?" Affogato asked.
"Not instead of pants!"
"Knew it."

The whole class erupted into chaos.
Until Eclair slammed a history book on his desk.
"Now do I have your attention?"
Everyone nodded.
"Here's how we're gonna do things.
No backless hoodies, no collar bone cardigans, no toeless boots, no pelvis high skirts, no tube tops, no tops made out of tubing, no fishnet body suits, no hat outfits, and NO jeggings! Now are we clear?"
Everyone groans in agreement.
"Good. Now open your text books to page seventeen. We're leading up to the Roman Empire."

After school.
"Jeez that teacher should have been arrested for being in that class." Caramel said laying on Affogato's chest on his bed.

"Can you blame him though? He's hilarious." He laughs.
She shifted to face him. "Who seriously wears something called a nirt, though?"
"Sluts?" He smiled nervously.
"You snake!" She laughed hitting his chest playfully.
"Sorry!" He laughed.
She cuddled into his neck. "Affogato?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"....I love you, snake."
"Love you too, my dear." He caressed her cheek pulling her close.
Their lips touched, their tongs clashed. She needed him. She wanted him.
He wanted her.
Affogato pinned her down to the bed as he kissed her neck.
She moaned softly.
"You have soft skin, my dear." He licked his lips. She blushed and turned away.
"Shut up, snake." She grumbled and got up.
"Nooooo. Come baaaaack."
"You're such a baby. I'm just calling my uncle."
Making that quick call. She went back to see him reading one her fantasy books.
"What you doing?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't know you liked fantasy that much." He smiled.
"My uncle said that if I was pure enough I'd start seeing fairies."
"Pure?"
"Yeah, why?"
He smirked. "Does that mean you're a vir-"
"Shut the fuck up, you snake!" She hissed.
"Sorry, I'm sorry!" He chuckled.
"You better be." She grumbled.
They lie down together and cuddle. "I love you, Caramel."
She snuggled into his neck. "I love you too, Affogato."
They fall asleep with smiles on their faces.