A Love Story

There was this girl back in my high-school who also was a border. She had a very nice figure but with the clothes she wore I don't think she ever showed it and people never did notice it. I remember meeting her and a friend of hers once and thinking they must be recently transferred or something.

Basically, the first time I ever laid eyes on her was during lunch, sitting outdoors in front of the cafeteria. The girls at my table were saying how they hardly ever see this girl coming down the hill if she isn't going jogging or something. This time she was plugging her ears shut with the earphones, once again. This was all she ever did on her spare time it seemed, in the snow, even. Pretty much at every given spare moment, this girl went jogging.

I liked the idea of it, thinking I was a little inspired. I did not, however think she was built too handsomely or think that she had a pretty face. With me it's all about the face. I wouldn't hit on a pretty face with an ugly body. But what was about to happen (A LONG TIME LATER) really shocked me.

So we have a formal dinner in one of the school buildings and I didn't notice until arriving that we all were seated "randomly" so that every adjacent and opposite seat was filled by a girl and where you're sitting and diagonally from there were you and your male buddies. There she was, next to me. Hiding her face under the graduation hat we were given. I make great efforts to entertain her and the people around me, but being shy and worthless I don't really convince anyone. The evening passes and eventually comes to a close.

On the last formal evening arranged by the school I spot her far into the evening wearing the greatest fucking blue dress ever. I was like, what the fuck. Who is that? Being drunk as hell and convinced I had just seen an angel I walk up to her and ask her for the last dance. It was a formal dance and she was all "oh, I don't really know how to" and I was immediately immersed in this cute angelic creature with the most stunning body I had ever seen. We danced for like 10 seconds and all I really got out of it was her body pressed against mine. I stood up straight and placed my hand flat on her lower back, gently forced her hips against mine. I looked down to see her blushing. I gaped for half a second and there it was. Her good side.

Why don't you guys make up an ending...

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... I said yeah. I'm a /b/tard. You know what that means? That means you need to... LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU BITCH.

And then I slapped her so hard her head was the first thing to make contact with the floor. Immediately following the entire room went silent, people all around me stopped to see what the yelling and violence was all about.

Everyone waits as they see my hulking figure bob up and down at the rate of my breathing. She trembles a bit, but eventually brings her hands to the floor in front of her. Her hair is already tangled up and some of it lays over her cheek and across her lips. Through the hair riddled with sweat and tears she starts gasping for air. Was she really that drunk?

She moves herself closer, still, on her knees, and next thing I know she's pulling herself up with a hand closed around by belt. She said...