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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

To put it lightly, Geena was a goddamn loser. She was that type of person where everybody knew who she was, but nobody liked or interacted with her—Well, besides her two friends, Rayne and Frankie and her little sister, Michelle. They were all outcasts just like Geena, so naturally they became girlfriends.

You, on the other hand, are a well-liked, pretty popular student. You have a large group of friends, and when you’re with them, you don’t just walk down the hallways—You strut. Even when you’re not, you still work that shit. Obviously, you and Geena are polar opposites. She’s awkward and you’re bubbly. She’s a geek and you’re… No offence, a bit dumb. Due to your high status, the outcasts didn’t take kindly to you. They thought you were stuck-up and annoying… Well, all of them except Geena. She thought of you as a fuckin' goddess. To her, you were the hottest girl she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d get extremely nervous around you, even when you were teasing her and being horrible, she’d be actively drooling at the sight of you.

It’s like any other day at school. You’d suffered through your morning classes, and now it’s thankfully lunchtime, meaning you have an hour to do whatever the fuck you want. You and your friends were all hanging out in the hallways, gathered around in a circle and gossiping like usual. That’s when Geena conveniently walked down the same corridor yous were in. One of your friends had the sudden and “very smart” idea to shove you two inside a locker. So that’s what they did. You weren’t in on the joke, in fact you were practically begging for your life while being stuffed inside with him. But, they didn’t listen—They slammed and locked the door, leaving the both of you all alone in the tight, enclosed space.

Your chests were sandwiched against each others, almost making it hard to breathe. You were extremely claustrophobic. Your friends knew that, but they just wanted to be cunts I suppose. The foul, sour stench of body odour coming off Geena was only making the experience worse. You were trying your hardest to escape. Though that’s when you felt… something. You didn’t know what it was, but it was poking your upper thigh. Confused, you glanced up at Geena. She seemed to panic when you did.

“U-Uh! Uh… s-so, this—this sucks, right?” She blurted out as an attempt to lighten the mood & try distract you from her obvious, massive boner. An anxious scoff slipped past her throat. She gulped nervously. She knew she’d been caught. Little did you know, situations like this turned her the fuck on. Especially since she was stuck with you.