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"Ahem!" Called the stern voice of my English teacher, Professor Cara Woods.
I looked up from my desk, seeing the dazzling teacher before me. Cara was a stunning young woman. With long dark hair, a thin waist, pale skin, large bouncy tits, and plump ass. She was one of the hottest teachers in the school and being thirty-five made her every guy's wet dream, or at least mine. However, she was a real naggy bitch towards me. Always seeming to single me out in class. So, what if I wasn't always paying attention to her lectures? I'd rather look at her nice rack.
"Mr. García, do I still have you?" Cara continued.
"Um ... yeah, I'm here aren't I?"
A few chuckles filled the classroom. However, Cara sighed angrily, placing her hands on her hips in an attempt to make herself more intimidating.
"Mr. García, that is not what I meant. What I meant was are you here with us, because I called on you to read the next paragraph."
"Next ... paragraph?" I stammered, looking down at the novel in my hands.
"Mhm," Cara nodded.
"Okay, well ... um ..." I spluttered as I began flipping through the various pages of our assigned reading book.
"You don't know where we're at, do you?" Cara asked in an icy cold tone.
"Um ... no, not really."
Cara sighed before planting a palm on her face. She then put her hand down and looked sternly at me.
"Mr. García, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my classroom from you anymore."
"Hey, hey, pump the brakes, teach." I told her, "just cause I forgot where we were at one time means I'm getting in trouble?"
"Its more than one time, Mr. García." She told me as she inched closer to my desk. "Your inability to pay attention and focus in class will cost you dearly in the long run. I hear you were sent here to excel in your studies. But I think the apple has certainly fallen far from the tree when it comes to you."
"Excuse me?" I asked, completely taken aback by her bitchy tone.
"Well, I'm just being honest with you, Mr. García. At this rate, you'll be lucky to pass my class let alone graduate. Your performance and intelligence are sorely lacking academically."
I stood up from my desk, anger adorning my young and olive-skinned face. My hands bawled into fists as I glared daggers at her.
"Fuck you," I muttered.
The classroom gasped as Cara's eyes widened.
"Wha ... what did you just say to me?" She stammered.
"I ... I ..." I stammered, losing the confidence high I once had.
"That's it!" Cara roared, "I'm giving you detention tomorrow night, young man!" She then pointed to the door to the classroom. "Now get out and go to the presidents office."
I tried to protest, but Cara quickly shut me down. After packing up my things and heading out of her classroom, I slammed the door behind me as I did so. I fumed as I pounded down the hall, Cara Woods was one of many bitches on my chopping block. My life was filled with them. They all treated me like this lazy bum who was too stupid to pass school or achieve anything of meaning. Well ... I'd show them, at least that was my dream. Pushing these bitches down a peg was my ultimate fantasy. The only problem; how could I achieve such a goal?
...
"My, my, Mr. García." the president of the Goldberg University said to me. "It seems I find you in my office once more. What a surprise."
I was sitting in front of her desk. President Rebecca Hathaway was the queen bee of the entire school. She was a tall and somewhat slender woman with long and wavy dark hair, fair skin, thick pillowy thighs, a plump ass, and huge tits that stretched against her suit. Yeah, she was a bombshell. Surprising considering she was thirty-eight years old and never seemed very keen on athleticism.
I wanted to roll my eyes at her so badly, to tell her I didn't give a fuck about her authority. But I was already in hot water with her, couldn't push it any further. All I could do was wait for my host mom, Rachel Long, to arrive. I hated her as well. Actually, I probably hate her the most out of all of the women in my life. She's such a cunt! My parents sent me over to the United States from Spain to get a better education at Goldberg University in California.
They picked Rachel since she was a lonely older woman in her early forties who wanted nothing more than a person to give her company since she never had any kids. Naturally, I assumed that meant I would be treated as an equal. As something akin to the guest I was. Boy, was I fucking wrong. She does nothing but two things. She's either too busy with her real estate job or bossing me around like some damn dictator. She's one of the top agents in the state and she's damn proud of it. Such a high position makes her very busy and thus she rarely spends time with me and when she does she's always barking at me to do random chores. Apparently, she claims it'll straighten out my lackluster scores in school. However the fuck that is supposed to work I'm not sure. But Drill Sergeant Long was there to make sure they got done. Fucking hell.
Look, I know its not her job to spend time with me. But for fucks sake you could at least make me feel at home since I'm in a different country. Yet, here we are. I know she hates me deep down, despising the fact that she's stuck with me until I'm done with schooling here. Thus, she uses me as a way to exercise her anger against the foreign exchange program she signed up for and probably men as a whole. That's probably the only reason she makes me do these stupid chores and acts like a total bitch when I'm around. I'd love to get a peek into the head of hers and see how she really thinks about me. The fucking cunt!
As I thought about her, a knock came at the door to the office. Rebecca said for the person to come in and before long a busty figure then burst through the door, it was Rachel. Like Rebecca, she was a bombshell too! She had the most MILF body a mature woman like her could have. She was tall and plump in all the right places. With a huge ass that was more than a peach, it was like a full cake! Her tits were also massive, like hulking milk jugs out of a hentai or something. I jerked off to porn stars before, but nothing could beat her bod.
"I'm here, President Hathaway." She said as she found a seat. "I was just leaving work."
"Its okay, Ms. Long." Rebecca replied, "you haven't missed anything."
"So," Rachel said as she glanced at me before back to Rebecca. "Why is my host son here?"
"He is here because he got into a confrontation with his English teacher, Professor Woods. Apparently, he wasn't paying attention in class and when confronted he mouthed off to her."
Rachel gasped as I just groaned, knowing Rebecca would just take the entire conversation our of context.
"That's not what happened!" I protested.
"You be quiet!" Rachel barked before looking at Rebecca. "Tell me, President Hathaway, what did he say?"
"Well ..." sighed Rebecca. "He told her ... 'fuck you'."
Rachel was in complete shock, the idea that a student could cuss out his teacher like that was unbelievable to her. If only she understood the context of why that would have happened maybe she would've taken my side. Eh, I doubted it. My host mom never took my side in anything. That was one of her defining bitchy attributes, never having my back. It didn't help things that she tried to form relationships with the university staff. Meaning she'd have more of a reason to trust them over me.
"Is he receiving detention?" Rachel asked Rebecca.
"Yes," nodded Rebecca. "Tomorrow night, I expect to see Raul in Professor Woods room."
"Good," smiled Rachel. "Tonight, I'll be taking Raul home and punishing him severely for his conduct."
"So, no one wants to hear my side of the story?" I asked as Rachel and Rebecca turned to look at me.
"What side could there be?" Rachel asked me. "You cussed out your teacher. You deserve every bit of punishment you get."
Figures, Rachel would never take my side in anything. It was simple mathematics for her to not believe or care about anything I had to offer. When the meeting was over, Rachel and I left the presidents office. I rode in the passenger's seat of her car. My arms were crossed the entire time as we rode home with Rachel chastising me the entire way about my behavior, my slipping grades, and everything in-between. It was insulting, I worked ... sort of hard. I mean, it was only university. The biggest scam of all time. Who gave a shit if I was struggling to pass? Other students my age were as well!
"Oh, and then there's those perverted tendencies of yours." Rachel suddenly said.
Oh, yeah. Now I remember those. I was a massive pervert, like ... beyond the normal type of pervert someone my age was. I'd spy on the girls in the changing rooms at school, sneak into Rachel's underwear drawer, and so much more. I couldn't help it! I was addicted to hot women and their hot bodies. What was so wrong with that, huh? I was a young boy after all. Those chicks should be lucky I was giving them that kind of attention.
"Your twenty, Raul!" Rachel screamed, "I expect better out of you! I know your mother and father would too!"
"Why do you do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Treat me this way? I'm not your damn kid."
"And thank God for that!" Rachel snapped, "I do everything for you, clean, cook your meals, give you a roof over your head, and make sure you're doing well in school. Yet, you continue to slack off! You'll never amount to anything living like this and I won't let you have such a fate when I am the one forced to give you a place here."
Yeah, yeah, bitch. I get it. I'm a big failure. Keep rubbing it in my face. I don't think she even really cares about my success. Rather, she seemed more concerned on how that would reflect on her since I was her responsibility.
By the time we finally got home, Rachel was still pissed. She stormed into the house with me in toe. She then stood with her hands on her hips, her massive cow tits jiggling slightly with each slight movement. Man, they looked so soft and pretty. I had to shake my head to snap back to reality, couldn't have her catch me staring at them again, could I? As I regained my focus, she then suddenly pointed at the nearby trash can.
"Take that out, now! Then clean out my closet."
"But I have homework and-"
"NOW!" She boomed, shocking me into silence.
I was shocked, before silently nodding. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing the garbage bag out of the can and tying it up as Rachel poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I swear, Raul. You need to understand the world doesn't revolve around you. If you shape up now you might be able to adjust to that and become a successful person like me."
Oh, yeah. I knew the world didn't revolve around me since I was sitting here listening to your bitch ass! God, I hated her. She was such a bossy pest. Reminding me of her own success was just the cherry on top.
As I stepped out of our house, carrying the black garbage bag in my hand. I walked down our driveway to the plastic trash can parked at the end near the road. As I strolled over there, I heard some giggling. I put the bag in the can and turned to see Melody Chambers, my one true crush. She was tall, with a big bust, a chubby ass, and a plump build. She was a cheerleader so she wasn't fat, just plump in all the right places. Added with her short orange hair, pale skin, and freckles it made her cute and hot. But yet she was laughing at me! Why!?
"Still getting in trouble, aren't you, Raul? When will you ever learn?" She told me.
"Melody, the world is against me." I told her sternly.
"No, you're against the world. You're fighting an uphill battle against the world itself. Why can't you realize that? If you'd stop being such a ... problem, then maybe good things would happen for you."
Look, I found Melody hot, okay? Her personality though ... was nothing worth desiring. So, upon hearing her, everyone's favorite cheerleading captain, tell me how I should live me life, I just grunted and flew into a rage.
"Fuck off! If you're not at least going to hear me out!" I screamed, my voice echoing around the neighborhood.
Melody looked stunned before scowling.
"Fine, goodbye and good day, Raul." She told me as she turned and strolled away from me.
I stared at her, watching her plump ass shift and jiggle with each and every step. Damn I wanted to fuck that bubble butt. If only she wasn't such a bitch like the rest of them. Then maybe she'd give me the time of day. But giving the time of day to a guy like me just wasn't possible. I wasn't a bad guy, just realistic. Why should I put in so-called 'effort' into anything? Why should I work for respect and honor and all that bullshit? I deserved it! It was the least they could do for me being that I wasn't from this country? Was that why everyone seemed against me? Can't let a foreigner succeed, eh? Fucking bullshit!
As I turned and headed back inside the house, Rachel was sitting on the sofa, relaxing. Figures, while I'm slaving away while she's relaxing all because of Cara Woods. What was I supposed to do? Just sit there and take it!? Story of my life isn't it? Any time I stand up for myself I get screwed over, everyone wants you to be a pushover who puts up with the raw treatment life hands you. Well, not me. I won't mull over. That's just not the kind of guy I am. Unfortunately, its done nothing but screw me over.
"I'm done with the trash." I told Rachel.
"Good," she nodded. "Now go clean out my closet."
"... Fine," I muttered.
"Don't give me attitude, just do it!"
I wanted to say something in response, but I didn't. Instead, I hurried to my room. It was a small bedroom transformed from a spare room of her house. It wasn't as big as her bedroom, another symbolic sign of her power over me. I quickly knelt down underneath my bed, grabbed a small shoebox from underneath, and pulled the box out. I then pushed the lid open and looked inside, seeing a photo of me with my parents and sister as well as my family heirloom, the emerald pendant. I stared at the photo first, holding back tears as I stared at the picture of me with my entire family standing in front of the old town in Spain I grew up in. I rubbed the wooden picture frame tenderly before placing the picture down on the ground.
"I miss you, guys." I said quietly to myself.
I then picked up the pendant. It was a long, gold necklace with a dazzling green emerald in the center. It had been in my family for over two hundred years and meant the world to me as my father gave it to me as a way to remember my family by before I left for the United States. I held the object close to my chest, closing my eyes as I thought about home. I then put it around my neck, holding the emerald close to my chest. The scent of the necklace made me feel close to home and reminded me of everything I missed about my old home life. If only things could change for me here. I quickly put the photo back in the shoebox before rising back to my feet and leaving my bedroom. As I stepped outside, Rachel appeared around the corner, an angry expression on her face.
"Why aren't you in my room cleaning!?" Rachel barked, causing me to jump.
"Wh-what ... I was doing something." I told Rachel nervously.
"Yeah?" She asked before sipping on her coffee cup. "Well, I want you to clean my damn room, now!" She barked like a damn soldier.
"Fine, I will." I nodded obediently as I turned to her.
As I looked up, I heard a clink and saw her staring ahead blankly with a droopy expression on her face. A thick line of drool falling from her lower lip as she hunched forwards, staring at something. Her coffee mug was broken on the floor as her hands hung limply at her sides.
"Uh ... Rachel? What are you doing!"
"Must ... obey. Must ... submit." She droned.
The hell was going on here? Holy shit!? Did this thing really work!?
Suddenly, a green figure poofed into existence as the whole world went had a green hue to it. The figure looked like ... me! But with green skin instead of olive, ruffled green hair instead of black, and a demented looking face with sharp white teeth that looked something like the Zanpakutō spirit Zangetsu from Bleach.
"Oh, finally!" The mysterious figure roared. "It is good to have a new master once more!"
What the fuck was going on here!? I needed answers, and I was damn sure going to get them.