《toxic | cb》5 | school
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Isabella's pov | 6:15 | tuesday
my alarm rang for the second time, wanting to press the snooze button. knowing i needed to get up if i wanted to get ready. i didn't really wanna look like a bum this morning.
pressing my feet against the cold hardwood floor. quickly raising them from the cold ground into my slippers. going to the restroom and doing what i needed to do. curling my hair, with a light amount of makeup on. just the usual mascara and filling my eyebrows in.
looking around my closet for an outfit that says i'm not new, but please talk to me kinda way. grabbing some jeans that reminded me of the 90's, a white shirt, and a red flannel. lastly putting on a black belt and slipping into black shoes.
picking up my bookbag along with my phone. quicky reminding myself to put in my contacts. looking down at the time i was running late. going to my nightstand and grabbing my glasses in case i needed them throughout the day.
running downstairs quietly enough not to wake up my grandma. grabbing some snacks and putting them in my bag. going to the front door putting on my on jacket. lastly grabbing my keys.
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i was parked in the student parking lot. seeing people hang out near their cars or around the front of the building. taking in deep breaths trying to calm myself down. grabbing my bag placing the keys in the front pocket of my bag.
exiting my car and beginning to walk up to the school. having a couple of people stare at me but not a lot.
i walked into school seeing different clicks in groups. putting in my headphones and walking to my first-period class. remembering where jack took me yesterday.
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seeing that i was the first one in there i took a seat in the back; chemistry. i played on my phone until i saw a figure past me. sitting next to me.
"lab partners?" it was Corbyn. i gave him a smile.
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it was around 11:30 and i was now heading to lunch. i've already had chemistry with corbyn, performing arts with daniel, geometry with no one, and government with jack. corbyn and daniel were the only ones i got to sit next to in those classes. the other class we had assigned seats which was unfortunate.
the lunchroom was filled with loud voices everywhere. i couldn't take inside there so I went outside to eat. there were other people not many but enough to hear their loud voices. putting in my headphones and placing my book on the table.
opening up the cookies i brought from home, laying down on the table. starting my playlist and finding the last page i read.
maybe around 5 minutes later i felt people sit down next to me. looking up i saw the boys. removing my headphones and closing my book on the table.
"cookies and '50 shades of grey'." jack said making the boys laugh. "why are you guys sitting next to me?" i asked them.
"were friends duh. friends next to each other." zach said. "then what about the other boy?" i only saw four boys, not five.
"oh, jonah is sitting with his jock friends. he only really hangs out with us out of school." jack said.
daniel grabs the book and opens to the page i last left off on.
"suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free.." Daniel stops. "well, that's enough."
"oh shit, i forgot," jack says chewing his food. "what?" I question him. "we all have gym together next period."
great sweaty boys...
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