Chuck hated his life. He was geeky, ugly, and smart. He was happy that he was smart, but the fact he had graduated early and was in college meant he was teased even more. He was nineteen however everyone in his classes was twenty or twenty-one. It meant he wasn't old enough to go to bars and since he looked younger, he couldn't get away with using a fake I.D.
Chuck grabbed his school bag and walked down the stairs to go home. The bell had rung and everyone around him was chatting and talking. Chuck had no friends. He rarely paid attention to anyone anymore. He used to. He used to try to talk to the students in his classes, but they glared at him. He wasn't part of any group, which meant that he didn't deserve to be spoken to. Breton Collegiate College prided itself on being one of the most elite colleges in the state. Chuck had only been allowed entrance because of his perfect marks. He would not bring down the average of the school and had actually increased it dramatically.
"Ouch." Chuck cried out and saw the floor rushing towards him quickly. It took him a few seconds to realize that he had fallen down the last four steps and was now laying flat on his back. His school bag had gone flying. He looked up and watched as one of the football cheerleaders, Parker, stepped over him to go up the stairs. He saw for a split second that she wasn't wearing panties and saw no hair against her pussy. Chuck watched porn at home on his computer a lot so he knew what a hairy and hairless pussy looked like.
"Ouch." Chuck felt a pain in his side and could only wince as he watched her kick him between the legs.
"Don't you dare look at me that way you pervert. You are disgusting and I should call the police." Parker's voice was high and squeaky. It was also hoarse from all the screaming she did during cheerleading practice. Chuck lay there stunned. He closed his eyes and listened to the tapping of her high heels going up the stairs.
Parker was the first student that Chuck had tried to talk to on his first day of school. Parker hadn't been wearing her cheerleading uniform that day and she looked kind and gentle. Chuck had said hello and her face had turned from happy to angry. She had spat in his face, demanding he move away from her immediately. It wasn't until later that he found out that you don't talk to any of the cheerleaders unless they talk to you first. That had been the first of many mistakes that he had made during the first few weeks of school.
Chuck opened the door of his house and was thankful when he heard nothing. His mother was overbearing and loud. She was always asking why he had no friends. He dropped his school bag at the front entrance and ran up the stairs.
Lying on the bed, he thought to himself that he wanted to fuck her. He was always so horny and spent hours jerking off to porn online. He desperately wanted to fuck her. It was a need, a want. Chuck closed his eyes and imagined Parker flirting with him. He imagined her begging him for sex. He played in his head how he would say no at first, making her beg even more. He then would grab her, pull her into the hallway, and fuck her brains out. Chuck rolled over and fell asleep.
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Chuck rushed out of the house to school. He had fallen asleep around four in the afternoon and didn't remember anything other than his mom banging on his door at eight. He was going to be late for school. He got dressed quickly and ran out grabbing his school bag on the way out. He felt strange, but had no idea why. He tried to remember what he had done when he got home, but couldn't. By the time he got to school, he pushed the strange feeling he had out of his head. He needed to pay attention at school.