Who's that fucker over there?, chapter 16
Tre and Mike waited in the car as they watched Billie give Adie a so-called "good bye kiss." Tre and Mike waited for 10 minutes until they finally saw Billie's lips parting from Adie's. Mike sighed when he saw that Billie started kissing Adie again.
"Dude. We should just ditch him right now," Tre said.
Mike shrugged.
After about what seemed an eternity, Billie came to the car. He got in the backseat with Tre.
Then Mike started the engine and they drove off to college once again.
It was outside of class when Tre saw the most beautiful thing to exist.
"It" was nicely sculpted woman with wavy, shoulder length brown hair and a glorious smile. She was holding a folder in her hand and Tre was curious about where she was going. He followed her to the classroom she was going to. He touched her arm before they got into the classroom.
"May I help you?" she asked, directing her eyes into Tre's.
Tre looked at her shirt where a name badge was. It read, "Professor Lisea Lyons."
"I-uh... You're a teacher here?" Tre asked.
"Yes, and are you a student here?" she asked.
Tre's guts urged him to say no, but Tre's mouth said yes.
"Nice to meet you. I suggest you get in class right now," she said, beckoning Tre in with her hand.
Tre's heart beat faster. Her sensitive touch made him feel jumpy inside.
He took a seat at the front row along with a small, skinny kid with thick glasses. The kid eyed him nervously and shivered.
Ms. Lyon started her lecture.
All Tre could do was stare at Ms. Lyon and drool off into his fantasies. He daydreamed of him and Ms. Lyon being together.
Billie looked through the refrigerator for the chocolate bar he saved up. He found the bar and unwrapped it. He stared at it lusciously before taking a bite. It wasn't normal for him to be eating chocolate bars, but he had a sudden craving for it. He roamed around the room while he ate the bar. He stopped when he heard a noise at the entrance door. He put his ear up against the door and heard some snickers. He cautiously opened the door and found a wet condom hanging on the doorknob. He grimaced in disgust and looked up and down the hallway. He growled. He knew it was Brian, that jock. He was always bragging about his sex life with his girlfriend, who was a complete whore. He stomped to Brian's door and tried to open the door. He knocked.
Brian answered the door, who tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Take your fucking condom off my doorknob, asshole," Billie snapped.
"And how would you know it's mine?" Brian replied with a smirk.
"It's obvious. Now would you—"
Brian's girlfriend appeared beside Brian. She was only in her stupid thong and bra.
"What is it?" she asked.
"See? Now go clean it up," Billie continued.
"Make me,"
"I don't have time to play along with your stupid games,"
"You're just a retarded freshman, what can you do?"
Billie was steaming at this point.
"I am fuckin' 23! I have a wife and I'm just about to be a fucking dad!"
"Why are you so short?" Brian said with a laugh.
He looked at Billie's pants.
"And your dick looks puny," he said.
Billie's eyes widened. He wanted to just shoot this guy, but he kept his cool.
"I'm not leaving until you agree to clean up your little 'Trophy Condom'," Billie said as he crossed his arms.
"You just don't give up do you," Brian said.
"Yeah. Pretty much," Billie replied.
His girlfriend looked up at Brian's face.
"Hun, just let it go. I think he's being serious about this," she said.
Brian stood there for a while.
Finally, he gave in.
"Give me a paper towel," he muttered.
"Dude. We should just ditch him right now," Tre said.
Mike shrugged.
After about what seemed an eternity, Billie came to the car. He got in the backseat with Tre.
Then Mike started the engine and they drove off to college once again.
It was outside of class when Tre saw the most beautiful thing to exist.
"It" was nicely sculpted woman with wavy, shoulder length brown hair and a glorious smile. She was holding a folder in her hand and Tre was curious about where she was going. He followed her to the classroom she was going to. He touched her arm before they got into the classroom.
"May I help you?" she asked, directing her eyes into Tre's.
Tre looked at her shirt where a name badge was. It read, "Professor Lisea Lyons."
"I-uh... You're a teacher here?" Tre asked.
"Yes, and are you a student here?" she asked.
Tre's guts urged him to say no, but Tre's mouth said yes.
"Nice to meet you. I suggest you get in class right now," she said, beckoning Tre in with her hand.
Tre's heart beat faster. Her sensitive touch made him feel jumpy inside.
He took a seat at the front row along with a small, skinny kid with thick glasses. The kid eyed him nervously and shivered.
Ms. Lyon started her lecture.
All Tre could do was stare at Ms. Lyon and drool off into his fantasies. He daydreamed of him and Ms. Lyon being together.
Billie looked through the refrigerator for the chocolate bar he saved up. He found the bar and unwrapped it. He stared at it lusciously before taking a bite. It wasn't normal for him to be eating chocolate bars, but he had a sudden craving for it. He roamed around the room while he ate the bar. He stopped when he heard a noise at the entrance door. He put his ear up against the door and heard some snickers. He cautiously opened the door and found a wet condom hanging on the doorknob. He grimaced in disgust and looked up and down the hallway. He growled. He knew it was Brian, that jock. He was always bragging about his sex life with his girlfriend, who was a complete whore. He stomped to Brian's door and tried to open the door. He knocked.
Brian answered the door, who tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Take your fucking condom off my doorknob, asshole," Billie snapped.
"And how would you know it's mine?" Brian replied with a smirk.
"It's obvious. Now would you—"
Brian's girlfriend appeared beside Brian. She was only in her stupid thong and bra.
"What is it?" she asked.
"See? Now go clean it up," Billie continued.
"Make me,"
"I don't have time to play along with your stupid games,"
"You're just a retarded freshman, what can you do?"
Billie was steaming at this point.
"I am fuckin' 23! I have a wife and I'm just about to be a fucking dad!"
"Why are you so short?" Brian said with a laugh.
He looked at Billie's pants.
"And your dick looks puny," he said.
Billie's eyes widened. He wanted to just shoot this guy, but he kept his cool.
"I'm not leaving until you agree to clean up your little 'Trophy Condom'," Billie said as he crossed his arms.
"You just don't give up do you," Brian said.
"Yeah. Pretty much," Billie replied.
His girlfriend looked up at Brian's face.
"Hun, just let it go. I think he's being serious about this," she said.
Brian stood there for a while.
Finally, he gave in.
"Give me a paper towel," he muttered.
