It was just a regular day at school when she came inside. I’ve never liked her.
It was just a regular day at school when she came inside. I’ve never liked her. She was the odd one. The only girl and the only redhead. And she knew how to aggravate the hell out of me. Once she came into school in a cheerleading uniform. Nobody called her any name, I think she just copied me from the last day she did the uniform. She was the one who would always annoy me. So I was waiting for the day to ruin her day. I was so bored that day that I wanted to hear her name on the news.
So what was her name? The one that always tormented me at school. The name that also torments me all the time now.Virile.She might be just a regular chick but she was interesting for me. Her huge breasts and her tanned skin. That broad shouldered body of hers. And her long blonde hair, and that incredibly long nails that always scrawled her name on my notebooks. And I hated her, I hated her like no other.
And I was waiting for the day when I’d meet her again, hoping for her to make her acquaintance. It was a Friday. The end of the school term. As usual, my mind was doing loop tricks. Especially for her. So much so that I could’ve probably written a complete story if you let me get this chance to write about her. It was Friday. And like every other day, she was at the bus stop. When she saw me looking at her, she turned and walked towards the small building that housed our toilets. She looked at me and said my name. I stared at her, expecting her to be in pain. I was so used to be associated with her name that she made me make every day interesting for me.
So I ran after her, I called her name and she turned around and said my name again. She held her books against her chest. I walked past her and followed her into the building. There was a line in the ladies bathroom, and when she stood in front of me, I noticed her nipples sticking out of her t-shirt. I went and asked her if she was going to use the bathroom. She said yes and turned around. I said I would wait for her. I watched her as she sat down in the toilet. She made it look so easy. Her arms spread wide, her hair covering her face, and she made no move to cover her body up. I could see her nipples through the t-shirt. She had nice legs.