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“No overdrinking, no smoking, no inappropriate behavior, and for the love of God, watch your language.” “Fucking—” “Damn it, Melanie!” he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” “So you want me to be someone else?” I asked with a mocking smirk. “Oh God,” he groaned, touching his forehead like I was giving him a headache. “Just… act normal.” “Hmm… normal. Got it,” I commented sarcastically. “Jesus, help me!” he muttered, shaking his head in resignation.

His expression had gradually become one similar to those of Chris Gordon’s. Under the ardent encouragement from the English teacher, Ryan Dixon very reluctantly responded: “…..Shit.” “Almost, but to be more accurate it could be holy shit or bloody hell. I’m sure you all have watched plenty of British and American shows so you can pay attention to how they say it. I know most of the boys here are in the science stream and many don’t like to learn English so I won’t talk about how it will benefit you in the future when you start working but it is very fulfilling when you become able to watch the shows without the need for subtitles and travel overseas without needing a translator. I hope you a

Nate starts to laugh until I level him with a glare and smack him. “There will be no more swearing in this house. Yesterday your darling daughter told me fuck yes when I asked her a question.” I tell them. I look at Kaleb, and he turns red. He drops his head to the table and bangs it a few times. I tell DImirti to gather all these idiots so I can have a chat with them. I know it’s not just the guys. I have already talked to the girls, and they agree and will try and watch it. I know they will. Even though Mykenzie and Kylani laughed when I told them about Jordyn, they knew they needed to watch the language.

*We could talk after class? Was that a question, a request, or a demand? Either way, I wasn't up for that. I crumpled up the paper, fixing my gaze back on the professor. He slid another down my shoulder. *I promise I don't bite* Nah, you just fuck and dump. Geez. Mum's gonna kill me if she knows I say nasty words like fuck. I crumpled it up again. I felt him sliding down another and I just couldn't take it anymore.

Was I doing it wrong already? “Bite your lip like that,” he said, his voice… God, I don’t know how to describe it. Like he was trying to contain a volcanic passion. I stared at him. “Why not?” “Because it makes me want to come over there right now and fuck you.” Whoa. Normally I don’t like cursing. I don’t do it. Much. Being stuck in traffic is the only exception. (Don’t you judge me!) It was repeatedly rammed into my head growing up that the use of profanity is crude, unladylike, and a sure sign of lack of intelligence. Only those with the inability to express themselves resort to bad words, my mother must have told me a thousand times.

I can tell he was miffed about the boring thing. “You aren't tired Prof. You are naughty. You are with a girl and you want to spend time with her.” Jeff is amused by this. I sigh, I wish you were right Jeff. Vaughn curses under his breath and i hear It, he even makes those words PG 13. Saying Frick instead of fuck. Like fricking Jeff. I am so close to laughing. “Prof, is that her? The girl you always talk about?”

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE🔞 ~DAPHNE~ “Enough of this drama. Come suck my dick, Ginger kitty,” Professor Fox grinned, pulling down his shorts. I looked at him with bloodshot eyes, before slowly standing up to my feet. “No!” “No?” He cocked a brow at me. “You know the consequences of the answer right? All I have to do is post your videos online and the whole school will see them. You would be kicked out, and even worse, everyone will be disgusted by you including your little mate,”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV "Do you have to leave? Can't you send some minions? " he asked. I shook my head with a dark laugh. "The fucking minions are the ones causing problems. " He grinned as he turned to face me. I gazed at him and got lost in his eyes. I really like brown eyes. Fuck.

Nodding my head as I watch Mr. Colon give Kevin and the girls two sheets- "Now everyone, when you're saying your lines, make sure you have the right emotions. Which person in line will read one line, then the next will read one line and so on.", then Mr. Colon says, "Now, let's get started." "If I defile with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine-the gentle sin is this- my lips, two blushing worshipers, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.", Kevin says.

Don't ever leave here without warning again and I might consider speaking up with fucking decency. — Even if I tell you that I'm going out, you won't let me. You know you're not my fucking babysitter, right? I have enough with everything that's going on that you're breathing down the back of my neck every fucking day. He lets out a laugh that makes my hair stand on end. — And you ask me to speak without profanity? He arches an eyebrow. "Whatever." I roll my eyes and cross my arms. Immediately her eyes drop to my shirt, I looked at myself and saw that it was not a good idea to cross my arms. I undid it and felt my cheeks starting to burn. Hope he does not notice.