Boy toy

6

I wake up, wrapped in Noah's arms. "Noah, wake up," I whisper, shaking him awake. "Noooo," he loudly groans, tightening his grip on me. "Yessss," I mock him, "now get up."

He groans loudly, sitting up. "Now get ready," I demand. He stands up, throwing his clothes on.

I stumble after him, throwing on the articles of clothing. I give him a death stare. "What?" He shrugs. "I can't walk, dipshit!" I shout. He apologizes, wrapping his arms around me.

I sigh, looking in the mirror. My face is red and my hair is messy. I style my hair, quickly throwing it around. I splash my face with water. My glasses slide on my face.

"Your hair is awful," I murmur, fixing his hair. "Thank you, love," he smiles, kissing my cheek. "Lets just go," I groan.

We walk outside of his house. His hands twist in his hair. "Bye Noah," I say, walking off. "Bye, Issac," he murmurs.

I sigh, rushing off to school.
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I head into the large building. I walk to my locker, grabbing the things I need.

Someone pulls me from behind. I feel myself being pinned to a locker. "Pathetic dipshit," an unfamiliar voice says. I look up. It was NOT Noah.

"W-who are y-you?" I ask, scared. He doesn't respond, but instead places his lips on mine. I fight, trying to push him away. Tears fall down my face as he unbuttons my shirt.

"Stop!" I cry, trying to get away from him.