If you have a problem with Omunique, STOP reading my story. That's ALL I'm going to say at this point because I am DONE with this bullshit. Alright, hehe my title is from the musical Rocky Horrors ahahahahaha I LOVE that musical :D The song on the side was my inspiration ha. I have some fabulous fans, like I seriously appreciate you all. You put a smile on my face everyday. Don't forget to VOTE and COMMENT. This chapter gets raunchy. :D Here you go you Winston lovers <3 Stay STD free)
Thinking back on how great of a time I had with Omunique kept sending me into crazy hysterics. I think I was teetering off of the sane wagon and leaning towards the insane one. Seriously, what normal person tries to find the person that started the Chlamydia outbreak at their school? Especially if that person was like a nobody at school? Then I keep kissing people, and I enjoy kissing them. Not only that, but I have a few haters that keep trying to make my life miserable. Then to top it all off my mom is preggo by my hot as fuck math teacher. Ha. HA. HAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I fell over with laughter, clutching my sides.
Wiping a tear from my eyes, I ran my hands over my arms. The weather was starting to get a tad bit chilly and I know it won’t be long until the cold front hits. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, it would be here for sure. I so wasn’t looking forward to freezing my ass off.
I hesitated a bit before pressing my finger down onto the doorbell. Before I could even regret my decision, the front door opened. Winston was still in his sexy nerd boy costume just as I was in my bunny one. He gave a pleasant smile and pulled me inside the house, closing the door behind him.
“You look like complete shit, Hannah.” He led me upstairs.
“So I’ve been told,” I mumbled. It has been so long since I’ve been in Winston’s bedroom. He has been in mine lately, but I hardly even remember his. For all I know, he redesigned it and everything. That was kind of scary too, walking into the unknown.
“How are you holding up?”
“I went trick-or-treating with Omunique.” I held up my pumpkin shaped bowl that was filled with chocolate, remembering our fruit ditches. No one likes fruit on Halloween, unless it’s fruit snacks or something. This one lady tried to give me a banana. I put a hand to my mouth, recalling how Omunique threw it at her.
“Nobody likes nasty ass bananas, whatchu think this is? You better give me some chocolate!” Omunique frowned.
I laughed, leaning against the woman’s doorframe. The girl was crazy. “Excuse her, miss. What she meant to say was, we don’t really like bananas all too much. May we please have some chocolate?”
The lady smiled, reassured and handed me a bunch of Three Musketeers, my all-time favorite candy.
“Thank you.” I smiled and dragged Omunique away. “You could have given her a heart attack!”
“Who in the hell gives someone a banana on Halloween? Yeah, trick-or-treat bitch, have something long and yellow. The fuck? She’s lucky I didn’t fire her ass up. Did you see that horrendous night gown and that patch of gray hair she had on her head?”
“Yeah, she’s old, so you could have given her a stroke or something.”
“If she eats her own bananas, she should be fine.” She snorted.
I laughed and shoved her a bit. “You’re so horrible.”
Omunique grinned. “You feel better?”
“Yeah, I do actually.” We walked in silence for a bit. “About Winston…”
“Yes?” She turned to me, immediately interested.
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The STD Trace
Teen FictionWhen Hannah Trimester's high school suffers from an outbreak of Chlamydia, she thinks it is her chance to write an award winning article that will get her into the school of her dreams. But finding the truth isn't easy. With other problems on the li...
