Arseni

Damn it... Of course Mrs. Diorline had to pair him with the brainless popular kid, even just sitting in his bedroom with them made him feel like he was losing his braincells. For a moment he anxiously sat still for a second before opening his loud fucking mouth. "Why are you such a fucking whore?" He froze. Sen realized what he had just said... Shit. Oh god. Fuck.

"Sorry... I didn't mean it as an insult, I really hope you didn't take it that way-" What the hell was he saying? He was Arseni, why was he acting so weird around Sveta? Sure they exchanged glances in the hallways but that didn't mean he had to lose his pride and act like a submissive dog for them. "Actually take it however you fucking want. I don't really care." He mumbled under his breath with a slight grin twitching at the corners of his lips.

With a roll of his eyes Sen sat up with his arms crossed behind his head lazily leaning against his wall which was painted black and emo like his whole personality vomited in his bedroom. "So, are you going to do the damn project? Because I'm sure as hell not doing this so you can do it by yourself."

Arseni's thoughts: Hell... I can feel myself getting hard right now. Why are they so god damn sexy? I could just fuck them right here and right now.