>Doink  
>You slam into a wall of meat  
>parts of it are hard,others are strangely soft.  
>you’re blind from a strange sensation engulfing your cheeks and eyes  
>when you pull back, you realize…  
>it’s tits. You ran head long, while standing mostly straight, and distracted, into a pair of tits.  
>As you look up, you find a strange amazon in front of you, staring down at you with silent contempt.  
>her eyes glide over you like she’s sizing up a freshly cooked steak, lingering you shoulders, hair, eyes, and the crotch of your jeans…  
>She narrows the one exposed eye not hidden behind ivory, frosted locks.  
>She bends down, picking up a lollipop off the floor, cracked and covered in bits of student sneak grime  
>She then looks back at you, flatly, leaning down with a narrow eyed, careless glare.  
>She’s got to lean down so far, you can literally hear her tits softly clap together in her dress-code defying shirt.  
>She leans in for a grueling, long whisper.  
>“You better give me something else to suck by the end of the day, dweeb.”  
>Wat  
>“Girls gym showers, after the afternoon detention.”  
>There’s a slow draw of her tonguetip over her top lip.  
>Moments later, she’d walking away, sneakers squeaking.  
>“holy shit dude.” one of your random homeroomers said. “What did she say?”  
“She, uh,”  
>you look over your shoulder. She grits her teeth and makes a throat-cutting gesture.  
“Said she’s gonna kill me after school!”  
>Her laser sharp, one-eyed glare softens a bit before she starts to leave again.  
>Random homeroom idiot puts a hand on your shoulder. “It was nice knowing you.”  
“Ha. ha. Ha. Yeah…”  
>You look over your shoulder, chilled and slow as it was with fear…  
>did she just pucker up at you, brows furrowed?  
>Fuck.  
>Maybe she WAS going to kill you.