We boys play a fair game

I opened my bloodshot eyes and got up. "Can't you even let me have a good dream you asshole....."

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'Fuck'

Our maths teacher was right next to me, looking at me, or rather glaring at me, and next to him was a girl. I don't know the details, as I flinched when I saw him. I swear I thought it was that bastard, trying to wake up whenever I am about to enjoy my dream. I wonder if he is a psychic.

I gave a nervous smile. "Good morning Sir. Please don't mind what I just said, I was fighting with someone. It wasn't for you but for that guy."

A chill went down to my spine. He screamed at me while spitting huge droplets of salivary amylase on me. "You think you can play with me? Don't fool me, boy, I know you very well. Meet me at the Principal's Office during lunch."

Who the hell even wants to play with you? Have you ever seen your head, it's completely barren. I wanted to say these words but sigh, I can't. I was barely able to hold my giggling, his scolding always seems a joke to me. It's like a lame scolding. I bit my lips and wiped my face. "Okay, sir."

The best way to escape from any punishment is to just fucking accept it. I learned this way too early. Don't take me wrong, but teachers become pissed when you deny them. So just fucking go with it, don't try to bring any revolution. 

"Miss. Jisuka, this is your seat." He pointed at the seat in front of me that was empty. Hey, motherfucker don't shove your ass where it isn't required. That's Miyavi's seat. I replied in a humble, note it's a humble tone, I was barely able to calm myself down. "Sir, where will Miyavi sit? Isn't that her place."

He glared at me but I didn't flinch. "She would become like you if she stays in your company."

I asked. "Sir, won't this girl be much more affected than Miyavi. I mean she has been staying with me for years. She must have developed some sort of resistance."

The whole class giggled. Hey, fuckers I wasn't cracking jokes. I am serious.

He turned his back, the class went quiet. "Be sure to meet me during the break." At the same time, our homeroom teacher entered. Thank God.

"Thank you, Sir, for handling the class." A soft voice came from the door. A spectacle woman adjusted her messy hair. She is our teacher, Miss. Sarumi.

He flushed in her presence and quickly fled our class. She is the prettiest female teacher in our school, and our badly here has a crush. It's a rumor but it's most likely to be true.

"Abhi, what was that?" She tied her hair into a bun and looked at the girl. "You can sit near Abhi if he does something to you, tell me."

The girl nodded and sat on Miyavi's desk. Now that I took a look at her, she could be categorized in class A, just below Miyavi, I guess.

Our class has an astonishing boy to girl ratio, and currently, 52 of them are males and 90℅ of them know they won't get a girl. So, in collaboration, we made a whole freaking rule and regulations on this. To ensure a fair play. And we also classified girls, with the highest being in class A, and the lowest being in class C. Apparently all the girls in my class are good looking. 

I sat down, waiting for my punishment. The whole day was useless and I was trying to figure out the best way to begin Oasis.

Ring…..Ring…..

The bell rang, I left the class and grabbed my lunch. Since I am an observer, who likes watching things rather than interfering, I usually watch the whole school from the terris. 

Ahhhh…..

Not there….. Ahhhhh…..

It's so tight....

I can feel...

Let…...

Again, come on, school is not a place for banging a chick, I mean it could be but don't make it your private spot for having a bite. I have been hearing this for over a week now. And since I don't want to interfere, I put on my earphones and launched the music at full volume. 

I looked down, sigh. Kids are demons, not gods. Have you ever seen these tiny pesky bugs loitering around and wailing? I was quite a kid when I was young. I spend more time with my drawing book rather than those fucking toddlers. Miyavi and I met in the nursery, as we both didn't want to play and that bastard, was a whore that never got tired. No matter how much that fucking toddler played he never said no to playing.

I sipped the juice I bought me in the cafeteria and kept looking below when I felt somebody holding my back. 

Soft….. was the first thing I thought. A soft sensational bouncy thing, couldn't be anything else than a girl's breasts. I didn't turn back. Why would I? I wanted to savor it a bit more. 

Who it could be, judging from her height she is at high school and her breasts aren't flat so must be above type C. Since the last year students don't come here, they prefer the dorm for their activities so it must be either from Class A or B. 

There is no class B or above with this height other than those sisters, who hate men, so they are out. In my class, there are 8 girls who fit the bill. Miyavi is absent, so it makes it 7. So, my conclusion is this girl is here for somebody else as I hardly speak with each girl then Miyavi. I don't want any complications.

Sniff…... Sniff...

A classic entry of a possessive type. They are pretty rare. Who could be the lucky guy?? Wait, if she is a possessive type I am fucked. They are total maniacs when it comes down to their interest.

"Abhi, I love you..." 

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