22

MIA

The bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick.

All Fridays are like this.

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"I made it back on time!"

I sounded super squeaky, wiping the edge of my mouth with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag and the girls seemed unfazed at my return.

And that's when bell sounded.

"Fuck."

"You can eat in geography."

I folded the bag and stuffed it in my backpack watching everyone else clean up their left overs whole I stomach rumbled.

On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all.

"We need to talk. "

The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom.

"Right behind you guys!"

"Am I being kidnap?"

"Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets."

"W-What?"

"Why would you even think that?"

"Because Tony texted that he couldn't meet up to study later. His dad was drilling the guys and that was much better. He even uploaded a story about it on snap. So you couldn't have been meeting with Nick. "