The schoolbell rang and Brenda tossed her cigarette down.
"Allright stop that shit Tori!" She said, pushing her hand down and out of her skirt. Brenda straightened it out and picked up her purse walking back to class.
"So what's up with you and Dylan girl??" Tori asked curiously, looking at Brenda, squinting a little in the sunlight.
"Nothing. I told you no guys touch me! I'm not going to go fuck around on Brandon while he's away in Minnesota." Brenda answered, confident in herself.
"Uhm, isn't brandon.." Tori started.
"STEP BROTHER .. goddamnit Tori pay attention! We're from different parents. Besides, we were fuckin before our parents were fuckin each other now, so why should we stop? I love him and he loves me!" Brenda snapped. She glared at Tori for a second, expecting a witty answer.
"Jeez, ok ok!" Tori started.
"Fuckin weirdo.." She continued as she headed towards her next class.
"Fer shure!" Brenda said, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and continuing on to class. Brenda started the day in English class with Mr. Peabody. He was a balding old man with a pathetic excuse for a comb-over and glasses. He also wore rainbow suspenders frequently. The students had a rumor that he sexed animals on an abandoned barn once, and a few of the kids faked some pictures in the computer lab. Mr. Peabody was a bitter, angry man.
"Brenda Welsh.. " He began, tapping his foot and resting forward on his desk. "Would you like to explain to the class why you're 10 minutes late?" He questioned.
"No, not really.. but if you need to know I was busy getting fingered by Tori and I didn't feel like stopping just to hear you bitch at me." She snapped back.
"Nice Ms. Welsh.. Very nice." Peabody said, giving Brenda the ol' elevator eyes. A small drip of drool trickled from his lip as his eyes ventured back and forth from her breasts to her crotch which was slightly showing through her tight pants.
"Mr. Peabody, I know I'm sexy and all, but you can stop drooling. You have a class to teach!" Brenda said with a smile as she took her seat.
"Dude! Brenda! I can see your pussy lips in those pants!!!" Danny whispered excitedely to Brenda.
"PISS OFF YOU FUCKING GEEK!" Mr. Peabody screamed at Danny, slamming his hands down on his desk.
"heard about you and Jamie last night Danny.. nice work!" Brenda said with a smile.
"Thanks babe. Too bad Tori had to come and fuck it all up though."
"Yea well, she does that. From what I hear you and her had some kinky shit goin" Brenda asked.
"Not really," Danny started. "I just ate her a bit.."
"Oh SICK DANNY! You know how many guys cum in Tori on a DAILY basis?! Like OhMYGoD, that is sooooo nastee!" Brenda said, turning around in her seat.
Danny frowned and didn't say anything. After school was out he pulled up in his 2k1 Porsche 911 Carerra. He noticed Jamie and Steve walking, so he pulled up alongside them.
"Hey baby! You need a ride today?" He said, patting the seat next to him and smiling at Jamie.
"Yea sure! I'll catch ya later Steve." She said, hopping over the door and into the passenger seat. Danny punched the gas and heard a really REALLY loud explosion noise. He looked back in shock and noticed a screaming girl with a fist-sized hole through her head, spraying blood all over the concrete. He heard screams coming from all around.
"GODDAMNIT STEVE.. I fucking told you not to do that tennis-ball-in-the-exhaust shit anymore after that fucking old hag we killed on accident.." Danny screamed.
"Accident?" Steve started. "Oh.. I mean yea.. Sorry." They both had a good laugh and Danny sped off with Jamie. Along the drive home she noticed Danny was swerving a little and asked if he had been drinking.
"A little..." Danny stuttered.
"Does that bother you?" He asked.
"Noo. . . " Jamie started. "It makes me wet..."
Danny looked at her puzzled for a second.
"GO FASTER!" She demaned, unzipping his pants. Jamie took out his wiggling prick and calmed it with her warm comforting mouth. The car sped along residential streets at speeds of up to 90mph.. the more danny stomped the gas the harder Jamie would suck. Danny tilted his head back for a second as Jamie scraped her teeth along his prick ever so slowly and when his eyes met the road for that first split second he knew he was fucked...
Danny screamed and slammed the brakes as his car flew out of control into a troop of bike nazis, sending bikes and body parts and blood and gore all over the street. Unfortunately (Yea this is the unfortunate part..) the impact sent Danny flying through the windsheild and head first into the hood of a white 2k1 BMW m3.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Dylan screamed.
"MY CARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dylan cried out, screaming at the top of his lungs and grabbing his hair with both hands.
"MY HAIRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!" Dylan cried out, screaming at the top of his lungs and clenching his fists.
Dylan walked over to the front of his car to see Danny's head smashed in the hood, Actually, THROUGH the hood. In fact, he could smell some of Danny's flesh burning into the engine.
"Fuuuuckiiiiing SOOONNNNOFFFFAAABIIIIITTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHH!" Dylan screamed out, and with a swift kick, planted his foot in Danny's ass.
"GODDAMN FUCKING PISS SHIT BALL EATIN FUCK QUEEF COCK SUCKER CUNT LIP TATTOED ON HIS MOUTH FUCK PRICK SHOOT COCK ASS EAT BITCH SNATCH WHORE FUCKING SHITFUCKQUEEFBALLS PISS SHIT ASS OH MY FUCKING CHRIST.. ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dylan began yelling at the top of his lungs while he threw punches into Danny's corpse. Several punches and kicks to the back, neck, kidneys, ass, knee caps, and hair followed along with much more vulgarity. (you liked that part huh?)
Dylan spit on Danny's head and got back in his car and sat down. He grabbed his comb and combed his precious pompadour. He then put his comb down and picked up his cell phone, dialing for an ambulance. He took a swig offa some mad dog 20/20 while it rang.
Jamie ran up to the car crying.
"MY BABY!! NOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD.. SAY IT AINT SOOOohAHWoaOAh OHhhH! DYLAN WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU HITTING HIM?!" She shreiked in horror.
"Cause the motherFUCKER" Dylan slapped Danny's bloody mess of a head.. "was drunk in my story. I fucking hate THAT SHIT!" He finished.
"I'm sorry Dylan!!!" Jamie cried, hugging him and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Hey, it's ok.." Dylan started.. "You know he.."
Jamie interrupted him with a finger over his lips.. she then pulled herself closer to him and their lips met for a second before tongues were involved.. Just then a siren began swelling as the ambulance drew near. It plowed through the bike nazi remains, scattering them aboot, and shreiked to a halt next to the gruesome scene. Two medics jumped out and pulled Danny's incredibly bloody corpse from the hood of the car. They laid him on a stretcher and put a sheet over him, then tossed him into the ambulance and sped off..
Dylan and Jamie's kiss was uninterrupted, they were still locked at the lips in passion, tongues eagerly swirling around each other.