Joey, 33, had a soft spot for Lenore. 18 and a highschool senior, Lenore had always been an outcast due to her quirky, and at times, morbid demeanor. She was the stereotypical emo kid, but even the other emo kids at Trillhouse High wanted nothing to do with her because of how nihilistic she made everything. For Lenore, darkness and gloom was not a phase, but a lens in which she saw everything through. Joey. also sort of a loner, had been working at the school as a custodian for five years. He hated his job. The pay was terrible, he worked until 8 pm, and the kids were always mean, making fun of him and generally making his time there as difficult as it could be. The only upside was that the school was fairly quiet after the kids were let out and he could listen to his podcasts without being bothered too much. The only person he talked to much was Lenore whom he had made acquaintances with two years ago when she was a sophomore. They tried their best to keep to small talk during school hours, but after 3:10, she always managed to stay behind and follow Joey around through the deserted parts and classrooms so they could converse and enjoy each other's company until Joey had to lockup.
"How were classes today," Joey asked as he swished his mop around, working from the back of the class and making his way to the door.
"Fine, I guess," Lenore said, casually flipping through her phone.
"You bringing up your math grades?"
"Fuck math."
"You gotta do well knowing your numbers if you wanna go to college, hun," Joey said, ushering her out into the hall as he finished the last bit of the floor in room 33.
"Why? I keep telling you I'm not going to live that long."
"That's not funny, Poe." Poe was Joey's nickname for Lenore. He didn't know much about poetry, but Lenore spent a lot of her time reading it. She'd practically memorized the book of poems he'd gotten her. He'd gotten it because the cover was dark and brooding, illustrated with a flock of ravens congregating on the fence line surrounding a cemetery.
"I'm serious, Joey. I'm gonna kill myself one day. I don't wanna live life like this. I hate being home with my drunk ass dad."
Joey shot Lenore a serious look. Sometimes being stern with her and reinforcing that things would get better worked, but often, it just felt as if he were standing by as a hole continued to be dug. "Lenore, you know I don't like you speaking that nonsense." She sighed. The hallways were quiet as she crept into the next room, making sure nobody was looking.
"All the teachers seem to be gone already. They must've been eager for winter break."
"Yeah. I think it's just me and you here. Mr. Lemmy called out. I gotta do both halves of the building myself. I don't mind, though."
"You're a good person, Joey," Lenore said, following him into room 34, the health lab. Lenore gravitated to the table where the teacher had a CPR dummy lying. She moved it to the wall and lied down, closing her eyes.
"I try to be." Joey moved his cart outside of the health lab and began his process of cleaning: moving from top to bottom, the back to the front. He was very thorough with his cleaning and the kids in classes today typically didn't have too much at their disposal to make a mess to begin with, minus the cafeteria, but that was the day custodian's job. He typically spent less than seven minutes in a room, giving him plenty of time to get his work done. That, and he didn't mind staying later if need be. Lenore would always hang around and he'd drop her off at her street corner if she didn't want to walk. "Lenore?"
"Yeah?"
"You should try talking to that boy Evan Green. I heard him talking about you the other day. He said you're really cute. Maybe a boyfriend would do you some good."
"Eww, Evan is gross. He just likes me because I have a fat ass," Lenore said, cracking one eye open just slightly as she bent her knees while lying on her back. She spread her legs apart a bit and waited for Joey to look at her. She was wearing the shortest possible black skirt she could get away with without a faculty member calling her out for a dress code violation. Beneath that was a pair of panties that was barely covering her hairless cunt. Though she was an outcast, she loved fucking. At 5 '1, she was a curvy little goth bombshell with thick, milky white 36DD tits that always spilled out of her bras and a fat, bubble ass that jiggled as she walked. While she had a mean case of resting bitch face, her features made men and women from the small town she lived in want to approach her. Her delicate, youthful features made her appear a bit younger than 18, which drove a lot of perverts she came across absolutely crazy. She'd earned the street name "Jailbait" due to how slutty she acted when she spotted a potential stud and the exaggerated, childish voice she'd speak in.
"Lenore," Joey sputtered as he turned towards his friend lying flat on her back, catching a clear, open view of her panty clad pussy. He tried to turn away, but his gaze remained locked on her. Once she knew he was looking, she giggled and began to unbutton her top. It was tight fighting, so as she got to the buttons around her bust, they almost seemed to distinctively
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