Romans & histoires A Story About Buying A Classmate Once A Week

Lila hadn't been in that store until now. Although it was right near the school, she and her senior always thought it was just nice to have something to drink. Sweet as can be, no matter if they were happy or not, they would always buy each other a drink. They all used their own scholarship money. This was one of the few times they craved something, so they just treated themselves as a reward. Lila used to be looked down on by her classmates. They said she'd never even had Starbucks and called her a country bumpkin.

Forget about it altogether. Forget about those orgasms? The way you bounced on his dick like you want to do it forever and ever? I shut my subconscious up, brought my notebook out, and prepped myself for my first class in College. The lecturer wasn't around yet, and the class was in twos and threes, talking animatedly. I felt that familiar pang. I wanted that: a friend, a clique. I thought I found one last week during the induction week, but it turned out they made a bet on me.

Few days passed, Everyday I rushed to my solitude during lunch break, alone. I severely needed a friend. A few classmates eventually started smiling at me whenever I entered the class. The crush guy being one of them, I didn't responded earlier but now I hesitantly smile back at him whenever he smiles at me. I walked into the classroom 10 minutes early for the first time in my life, VICTORY. A message popped up on my screen, Mumma-We are going on shopping this weekend, have you reached college yet?

she said and I was stunned "okay dear" I stammer looking at Jeffery who seems not to care about our discussion "I wish to have friend who will visit me like my classmate friends do" she said "I will come this weekend" I said and she grin Jeffery finally interrupted "If you keep this discussion we will be late for class" he mumbled to be continue **rosapearl**

TODAY is the last day of the first week of school. It wasn’t that much but, it felt nice knowing that I could have some free time during the weekends. The passed few days gone very well than I expected. No problems and communication to any my classmates. As long as I stay low key, they wouldn’t mind me. “So, one of my friends told me that what if we change our hairstyle? Like some Hollywood actors or whatsoever,” Nathan stated, almost making me choke on my own food.

Is this gonna be the ending of our story? Eight years ago. "Yvanna, look!" one of my female classmates elbowed me and pointed her pouted lips toward the corner - toward the only male students in our school whom I'm interested in. "Don't worry, those flowers were mine." Yes, those flowers were literally mine. I bought them fresh from the flower shop with my allowance. "Then why are still standing here, go cast your charm at him. We'll see if it would work." she eagerly replied before she pushed me toward the corner.

He dropped into a casual seat beside me, ignoring my flinch. “He had a vision, or some shit. Said he saw something. Hasn’t slept since. You think I’m exaggerating?” Hugo leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a dirty secret. “He made us buy you from your classmates. Paid your fried there five grand just for your class schedule. And when we couldn’t find you the next day, he trashed half his office and made me call every damn school within fifty miles.” I stared at him, wide-eyed, horrified.

"I will if you don't shut up" "Okay okay, just for the record I don't mind another round," he says earning another pinch from me. For the next fifteen minutes, we bantered and laughed the whole ride to school. I am really grateful I met Chase because he has his own ways to make me feel like I can be normal, normal without debts, and he gives me a little hope. The class is going wild considering it's the last day, us being seniors we wrote wishes, good luck, phone numbers on our shirt. Chase hasn't got to write in my shirt considering we are in a different section.

I was really hoping any class just not the first class, it's full of annoying and self-proclaimed smartass. 4-B huh? I guess I'll see the class at monday since classes start by then. After seeing my results, I submitted my final requirements to enrol and there I saw that girl again , the girl who forgot want to buy. I don't know but something about her felt oddly familiar. Like a good dream but then you wake up not remembering anything about it except how it made you feel. I walked near her and said, "You're the noisy girl who forgot what to buy the other day, right?"

Just money involve. These last couple of weeks of us being alive, Pryce and I are living pretty fine. We go out every weekend to have a stroll at the mall and buy things and food supplies, and we go to different schools on weekdays. Honestly, I have grown to feel comfortable with our class schedules. It isn't very easy because we have four different time zones to be at every school day, but we have managed to arrange our time very carefully. And yes, I have been learning a lot, both of us do. Fine, a little on my part because I am not a fan of teachers' lectures and reading books. ---