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This next chapter is going to have to do with a girl who probably would sue me. So were gonna call her riz me and riz were both in Mr. Morre's class and friends outside the class. I had a banger hotel party where I invited her, we did a shit ton of drugs like xos, xans, blue xans, etc and obviously a shit ton of weed and alcohol. I’m sober now sorry to my fellow stoners because I don’t even smoke weed anymore although I do still vape. Hitting on a strawberry kiwi fogger as we speak the new ones that lights up my current favorite vape. Basically, a while after our friendship I decided to admit to her of my little crush on Mr. Morre and safe to say she was disgusted. Which is surprising sense I know for a fact she’s been with older men so whys she judging me? The next day in class she’s basically taunting me asking him how old he is. In which he responds that he’s close to 50!? I really hope he was joking because he looks so young, I can’t really remember what else she said due to my drug use at the time, but I know for a fact it embarrassed me. I mean I don’t care if he is close to 50 only means he’s closer to them senior discounts lmao. I just know that I was upset when I left that day luckily she didn’t out me in front of the whole class. She was real close to it I think she said something around like “imagine having a crush on a 50 year old”. In which I did imagine it I imagined it all the time I imagined him in between my thighs constantly. I wanted to fuck his whole classroom up throwing everything on his desk to the floor including him. I was a bad girl who desperately needed a punishment, and I was willing to endure anything he would throw at me. I needed him to slap me around with his dick, spit in my mouth and grab me by my hair making me take in all his inches. I needed to hear him moan for me I needed to taste him I needed to feel him. At one point I remember going to his classroom instead of lunch maybe once or twice. I felt I was being too pushy, so I stopped instead I thought of ways to beautifully orchestrate our union. One day when I came home I was notified that we were going to be moving it really sucked as a last-ditch effort I left him my Instagram on his desk. On my last day I sat in the back of the classroom and had one last fantasy daydream about us and it went something like this: (next chapter where I get into my smutty daydream)
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