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The frigid crisp of the porcelain sink gives you feeling back to your hands as an attempt to calm yourself down in your school bathroom while staring at yourself blankly with your own big sensitive eyes peering back at you. ‘You’re only nervous because you don’t know anyone.’ You shoot yourself a small smile as you run your fingers through your long locks. ‘Even if today turns into a horrible day, tomorrow can always be better.’ With that, you hear an approaching giggle of girls. You quickly begin to pump soap into your clammy hands to look busy.
“- I saw him walk into his house with an old man, so they could have been having a family reunion to celebrate his mom getting better.” You quickly glance over to the girls when you hear them gushing over their idol. As you dry your hands you noticed at least four of them circling one girl who focused on correcting her bangs as their faces bloom with a noticeable shade of pink. Admiring her oversized scrunchy that had supported a high ponytail, she caught your eyes on her. Your stomach dropped while she began to whisper to one of her friends; you grab your tote from the hook from the wall as you quickly make your escape from the awkward situation.
The main hallway was packed now, it was overwhelmed with the roar of rowdy and rugged boys jumping on one another testing the others' strength in front of girls who could only be described as unimpressed. As you maneuver your way through the crowd you pull out a small folded paper reading 3-12. You could have sworn it was on this floor, with a huffy sigh you climb the two flight of stairs.
To your displeasure, your class was already filled with students who had found their seats. “Miss. Okada?” an instructor which you can only assume is your homeroom teacher pressed his fingertips together in amusement. “Class will start in a bit you can wait right there.” He motions to the far end of the green chalkboard. Waiting felt like an eternity. Honestly, you just wanted to take a break from being on your feet, the long walk to school was no joke in your brand-new leather loafers. ‘Built-in comfort my ass.’ A slow roll of each ankle helped to ease the pain. Luckily, no one noticed, but at the same time, you were hoping someone could come up by you to at least try to talk to you.
With that, the old ring of the bell commenced the beginning of the final year of high school. The teacher tried his best to get the student's attention, even you begin to tune him out once you had noticed the sea of faces could care less about who you were, you feel your hands begin to sweat as you tighten your grip on the straps of your tote. “Why not give the class a quick introduction?” The voice of the teacher brings you back. Your cheeks glow as a warm smile graces across your face. “I’m Saori Okada, and I hope to get along with you all.” A quick bow followed. To your amusement, you finally caught the attention of the class. As you made your way down the aisle you made sure to stand tall even though you heard whispering and snickers from your classmates. Too busy focusing on your stride, you stop at the last row which had two empty seats.
You spot the window seat and quickly sit in it as you place your tote on the desk. As you dig in your bag for your class materials a “pssst” shoots into your left ear. It had come from a boy sporting mopey loose waves who sat near you he began to lean forward “You’re not gonna want to sit there” you stick a hand inside the desk trying to find any remnants of an owner, but to no prevail. You humor him as you rested your chin on your interlocked fingers “And why’s that?” assuming the guy is only trying to tease you.
The sudden collision of wood hitting each other crashes through the room. The mopey haired guy whips his head back to the front. The air suddenly becomes heavy, you notice many guys looking almost pale, simultaneously many girls had become flustered. Skeptical, you turn to look at who could have the energy to command such a room. A dark, towering, and brawny figure loomed at the second entryway. With an immediate jolt of his head, revealing his toned muscular neck, the ebony lock set in contrast to the strong jaw that held his handsomely shaped lips, and under his dark cap a pair of furrowed bright eyes glaring at your own. “Fuck me” sudden heat of embarrassment engulfed you. Trying your best to recover you begin to focus on the teacher. With the sound of approaching footsteps, you realize your teacher is writing as slow as possible to disengage from whoever this guy is. You pretend to be oblivious until you felt the radiating presence of what you could only assume was the school delinquent.
The sudden pulsating heat of breathing hits your neck, causing goosebumps to run down your limbs. “This is mine.” The hoarseness in his voice drives you to instinctively compress your thighs together. “Who?” The word barely leaves your lips before he places his hand spread out near your own; its distinction was indisputable. “This.” He was closer now; his face was burning your skin. “What exactly are you asking me?” Baffled, with the twist of your head the realization of the proximity how near his face was to your own. You became almost mesmerized the moment you focused your eyes on his, that had been raw and full of intent. Even if your body had felt like it had begun to melt just from his gaze you would not pull back, making sure to focus just as hard on his electrifying green eyes. He quickly shot up with an exasperated “Good grief”’. You felt like you could finally breathe again. The mumbling of the teacher fell into the back when he finally decided to address the tardy delinquent. With the pounding of your heart in your ear, you only make out “-nice of you to join us Mr. Kujo” as the giant planted himself to the desk next to yours. “It’s Jotaro.” He quickly snapped back. You watched with a tug of his hat, a cross of his arms, he began to slowly sink into his chair dozing off. With a pout of your lips, ‘Who does this guy think he is?’. Confusion and a rousing urge grew within your stomach. With the flip of your hair, you continued with class.
“I’m home!” you kick your shoes off, finally easing the pain that had begun to sting on your walk home. The pair white knee-high socks had developed a deep red hue around your upper heel. “Oh god,” the realization had hit you as you pushed your hair back from your face. ‘That’s why they were laughing at me.’ You quickly tore off the socks as an attempt to remove the embarrassment. “What happened ?!” your mom shouts from the kitchen “Can you clean this for me?” Laying the socks on the counter to show her visual proof of how painful your first day was. Your mom glanced down at them with a crease forming in her brows.
“Oh, Saori. Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” She closed in to hug you as you felt a lump form in your throat. She ran her hand over your head. “Did you at least meet any cute boys?” You quickly pull away laughing, forgetting the tears that had begun to form in the corners of your eyes. “Ooh, you can’t hide it from me, Missy! I see it all over your pretty little face’’ she says with a twirl of her hand. Turning from her as you make your way upstairs. “Is dad working late today?” As you lean your chin on the banister. “No, he just had orientation. So now you’ll get to tell us all about this boy at dinner, and don’t stomp so loud your sister is napping.” With an exasperated groan and heated face, you continue upstairs.
The second you walked into your room you were happy you listened to your parents when they suggested unpacking everything. Entering a space that was decorated with your art, photographs, and memorabilia gave off a sense of security especially, after a hard day. You slide off your tote as you head over to your goldfish. “Did you miss me Goobler?” Sprinkling fish food into his florescent tank as he performed barrel rolls to show thanks.
The freshly washed comforter of your bed broke your fall as the inhale of your mother’s favorite detergent filled your nostrils. Keeping to yourself most of the day, during lunch, you had understood why Kujo had wanted the window seat. The aerial view of the waving trees that had bordered the courtyard had been utterly breathtaking. You began to fantasize about what if you hadn't tensed up and just gave him what he wanted. ‘What did he really want? It’s not like we have assigned seats…’ Warmth began to spread across your cheeks as you realize a sudden throbbing began.
Slowly dragging your hand down over to your mound to find damp underwear. Quickly rolling them off and your two fingers meet your drenched slit, slithering your fingers in between your swollen glistening pussy lips. You begin to whine as you eagerly rub the nub of the clit that had been throbbing. Biting your lower lip as you imagine him standing at the end of your bed, touching himself through his pants, and staring at you with the same intensity he had when he first saw you. You feel yourself begin to slicken at the mere thought of it. Your breathing grew sporadic as you turned over with your face in a pillow. Now as you were dipping your fingers deep inside your repeatedly clamping hole. Fluid slowly ran down to your wrist, wishing it were his wrist. ‘This is mine’ his words echoed in your head as your legs began to shake from the intensity. You thought of him holding you down by the back of your neck and plunging his fingers vigorously deep inside you all the while harshly grunting ‘This. Is. Mine.’ A clash of euphoric waves causes you to release animalistic moans into your pillow as you uncontrollably thrust your drenched swollen lips into your hand.
Turning over on your bed, still throbbing from the raw friction, you laid there and hoped you had left him feeling the same lustful way. Hoping that when he touches himself, he’d moan your name – ‘he doesn’t know my name. I fingered myself to someone that doesn’t even know my name’ throwing an arm over your eyes to calm the unease, ‘Shit, I’m no different than those girls in the bathroom.’ You stood up as you began to chew on your thumb. ‘Where those girls talking about Kujo this morning? That would explain why he was late. His mom…’ – “Oh god, I’m such an asshole!” You swiftly hop off your bed swiping your underwear as you dance into them. Darting out you shout, “Momma I need your help with something!”