Grasp This, Moron

Another new school. Another new set of guys begging to get some. Oh, I'll give it to them alright, just not what they want.

Maybe a punch square in the nose.

This dude with a swimmer's body and had a perfect tan came up to me. He had a scare jaw, and deep set dark brown eyes. "So... You're Christina, right?" He asked. I nodded, looking at the floor, plotting my plan if he tried to make a move. "I don't think you know this yet, but this is my school. Whatever I say, you do. Got it?"

"Sure, sure," I murmured, grinning. So he was planning on making a move.

"Okay then, come to my house tonight. Wear something... dark. and wear your hair down. It'll make it more pleasurable... If you know what I mean," He said wiggling his eyebrows. Ugh! Disgusting! Yet, I still played along.

"You bet I do," I said in my most seductive voice. I placed all my things under my left arm, and traced his abs with my right. "Oh, you know I do." Then, I purposely dropped all my books. "Oh goodness! Could you get those for me? I don't wanna be aching for tonight from bending over!"

"No problemo," He said, bending down to grab my things. Two words, Ll and Ame. Once he was bent over, occupied with getting my books, I kicked him hard in the groin.

"Don't try me," I said through my teeth. I felt stares boring into the back of my head. Another school year gone wrong. Oh well, I bet we'll move again in a couple of months.