It was a quite day along the hallways of Silicon Valley High School.The bell had just rang and with the exception of Sochio . The hallways had been empty with nothing short of, the voices in Sochio brain going over his weekend plans to himself. He walked over to room 101 and waited as he done many time before for Mc'Kinsey Elered. She was late and in his boredom. He looked at his watch and started counting the seconds. 2,15,11,5,11,5,14,8,5,18,20.When he heard a hello from behind him. (It was Mckinsey Elereds voice.) He turned and was startled to find a bikini clad McKinsey. Leaning seductively with her hands on her bare legs in a small baby blue laced bikini. It was peppered seductively with little blue dots along the curve of her bikini top. Where it tightly squeezed her breast with the rest of her body.Making her breast look more velompuise with the rest of her body.Where it tightly pressed along the space between her legs. She was a sight for sore eyes. “Wow” called Sochio. “You like responded” a flirtatious Mckinsley. “It's my picture of me. I'll be dressing like this the whole week.” "Really” called Sochio. In a less than curious tone. As he watched to his even greater suprise. Mckinsley Lora walk into the same classroom; where just yesterday she had been the girl entering first grade with him. In her blond pony tales and glasses with snap on shoes. Mckinsey was a women now. Yet he had never scene her every change like this, and before he could tell her something was wrong.
She was greeting by crowded group of boys with post its and pen in there hands.He squirmed past the rows of screaming boys all trying to post a comment McKinsley Lora 's body. “Why in the world is she doing this to her self?” whispered the voice in Sochio's head.Telling him that something was wrong.
The voice in Sochio's head shouted for some normalcy. In what had already started out as a weird mess of a day. But if normalcy was what Sochio wanted. Than he was bound to find that nothing about his day would be normal. He questioned the reality of this being real to himself while daydreaming in Mr. Zuckerbergs class. But was awakened back to life by the pokes of Chase.
“Chase what are you doing.” “Poking you” “Yeah so stop.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” “Dude whats wrong with you?” “Nothing its just. I don't see what pleasure you get out of poking” “I don't know but tell that to Mc kinesly Lora and everyone else who is being poked.” “Yeah well.” As he looked around Sochio couldnt help but notice the great number of kids who were being poked and doing so in return. Just stop Chase” replied Sochio. Sochio grabbed his books together and walked out just as the bell was about to ring.
After leaving Chase for his next class. Sochio endured a day of non stop poking from various students who passed him in the whole way. It was the kind of annoying poke sensation you get when your with a five year old who wont stop poking you, over and over and over again.
Yet nothing could beat Mckinsey Lora's proud proclaimed of her relationship to Tom Carlyle.She hadn't known Tom Cartyle long. But she didn't need to.Tom Cartyle was a rich aristo brat. Who dressed with a sartorialistic swag. Which added to his Casanova type personality and coy smile. Nothing seemed to signal his false charm of intensions than the way Tom seemed to hold Mckinsey Lora. She stood leaned up against Tom. Who repaid the favor in kind. By pressing his arms up underneath her bra.Feeling her soft skin. Where he smoothed his feel of McKinseys breast with a few small movements of his fingers going back and forth.She wasn't at first going to let him do this to her. But after feeling the smoothness of the first few touches. Gave in to the force by which he drew his fingers into her. She lead Tom up and down the hallways. Where she ran into a leaving Sochio. "Hey Sochio guess what?" "what?" "I'm dating Tom." "Awesome" replied Sochio in a less than happy voice. "Aren't you happy for me Sochio?" "No not realy" "Well when are you than" inquired Mckinsey. Sochio who was about to leave the school turned around and placed his arm on Mckinsey's shoulder. Where he asked.“You don't know him. Yet you like him. And whats with him friend requesting you. Like half the school has friend requested me. What did I miss that no one told me about today.”“Nothing Sochio, I guess you just didn't figure how it works.” “Well, than explain it to me” “You wouldn't understand.” “So than tell me what you can So I can understand.” “That people basicly request you and you can say yes or no. That it's, nothing to it” “Why did you say yes to Tom?” “How does this have anything to do with you not understanding how to friend request people? “It has everything to go with this. Look at you!” “Your friend requesting people. People you don't know. Your getting poked by people who care little for you. People who wrote. I'll do that any day and who dates you because you come to school in a bikini. "Do you think those people care about you anymore than me?” “ Did they know you when before you became this ? When you walked to school yesterday, in blond pony tails and glasses? When you and I spent long nights studying in my place for chemistry. When we knew we would get an A.” asked Sochio "I've changed Sochio, and so have they.” “Yeah and at what cost? At what point will you stop and realize that his isn't real? When you get poked to death? When you start getting told to be friend requested by random strangers? When your best way of talking way of talking to someone is posting a sticky onto them? Or how about when you tell someone to leave you alone and your best way of telling them to leave me alone is by telling your being blocked?” Sochio reaches for Mc'kinsey's arm to draw her closer. But she's un responsive. She looks at the wall in glaced eyes. When her boy friend appears. “Hey McKinsey, Hello Sochio.” “So that's it, this is where you leave.” “I guess I grew up.” “She did calls replied” her boyfriend has he tugs her bikini. Where he leads her outside to his car. After hitting the igninition.He presses down on the gas peddle.Where he acelerates the car. Making McKinseys top fall of right into the face of a sadened Sochio.
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