"man, this bike is bad for the groin." Victor complained.
"deal with it, you've been complaining eversince we left the house you broken fucking radio. My life was already plenty shit and now I've got a sentient dick with an ego." the boy complained back.
From the very start, they had not gotten along in the slightest. They both hated each other's guts, but Victor had a reason to.
"Atleast I don't wank my shank to loli fucking inflation." said Victor as the boy stopped his bike, having arrived at the crowded gateway of the school.
"HEY! THIS MAN FAPS TO LOLI HENTAI!! EVERYONE!! THIS FUCKER FAPS TO LOLI INFLATION!"
The boys heart sunk to his feet, as tears began swelling up in his eyes. "shut your mouth, you idiot!" only then, had everyone looked to the boys direction.
"Wait, they can't hear me?" thought Victor, trying not to cringe at the sight of the boy tearing up.
"..god. They actually can't hear you. If people had actually heard that, I might have actually cut you off and flushed you down the toilet."
"try me."
"nevermind that. I gotta get to class, there's a presentation we had to work on over the spring break." the boy thought, as he rushed into he building.
Victor was quiet, he was tired of bickering with this horny bastard. Yet at the back of his mind, a vicious stray thought occurred to him.
"A presentation, you say?" Victor started.
"Yeah. I got assigned a group with two other girls but they just told me to do it myself, and never contacted me again."
"fucking loser. I hope you didn't do it, you can get the score by telling the instructor they wouldn't work with you, you know?"
"wait, really?" the boy was surprised. He had spent over 4 days on the project.
"Hahahahaha! As I thought, I'm attached to an idiot! Fuck my luck." they kept on bickering till the boy reached his class.
As the boy got in, he noticed the two girls had already arrived. One of them quickly noticed his stare, and formed an expression one would usually give to a cockroach stepped on barefoot. If looks could cut, this poor bastard would be chopped to bits.
Sweating bullets, he quickly sat his ass down on his assigned seat. "fuck, I hate those bitches." he thought, with Victor writhing in 2nd hand embarrassment.
The teacher started calling forward his classmates, and it would soon be the boy's turn.
"Allen, Anya, Lisa. come forward." the teacher monotonely shouted.
"that's me."
The girls didn't even bother getting up, so the boy, Allen, had gone upfront by himself. It was a presentation on the history of Britain.
His presentation, poorly researched as it was, was good enough. But as soon as he reached the slavery part, he felt his groin burning - his pants tight. Everyone's glare traversed downwards, some began to giggle, others began to cringe. Inbetween Allen's thighs was a monstrous amalgamation of a boner.
"this is for pulling a knife on me," laughed Victor. Allen didn't know whether to cry, rage, laugh or keep presenting. He decided to keep presenting.
The moment he stopped talking about slavery, Victor went limp. Only Allen could hear his annoying laughter.
When he sat back down, he felt an array of glares directed at him from every single corner of the class, even from the teacher. The black students were especially looking at him with pure, unfiltered disgust. Some girls were biting their lips after witnessing his king Kong dong, however. But he was too busy sulking to notice.
"fuck you, Victor."
"To hell with you too, Allen."