He was my main competition in the sports section of the school paper… Buzzed brown hair, almost always wearing a black ski hat, light green eyes, tall, fit agile… and really weird acting. Me: Right on… who are you? Indian sex I don’t think you even saw me—I flunked out the year before and had to retake it, so I was kinda hiding in the back… it wasn’t ‘cool’ to be seen taking a Sophomore class your Junior year, and I had a reputation to hold for Track. I know I’m eye candy, and I do everything I can to maximize that fact. Track team?Oh shit. God DAMN, she is gorgeous.Shit, I thought as I answered the call, my penis raging with lust. He was in my class! Like what? Track team?Oh shit. Not that I cared. Me: Sup. Wednesday, 13 December 2006, 20:00[/center]
It’s raining, so I’m sitting in the dark, stark naked, bored out of my skull, surfing the web, casually chatting with random people.
