Gothic Pothead
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				Title: <strong>Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 05:18:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Dylan was disappointed after quickly popping open his locker and not seeing any weed laying at the bottom. His friend Jake had told him if he got lucky and scored he would drop a little present thru the vent holes of his locker before he left after 6th hour. <br>&nbsp; "Damn," Dylan hissed, cramming his math book into the back of his messy locker. He grabbed his skateboard and tucked it under his arm before kicking the door shut. <br>&nbsp; He walked quickly past the jocks. Dylan didn't feel like being called the various names they had for him today. They liked to call him pretty boy and a faggot. They also seemed real interested when he was going to get his hair cut. Not that it was that long. It just barely touched his shoulders. <br>&nbsp; Dylan was used to people noting how cute he was. Maybe that's why he chose to skateboard. The fashion of a skater he hoped would make him look more bad ass. He liked to wear hoodies, cargo jeans and sometimes a beanie, like today.<br>&nbsp; "Hi. babe," A pretty girl smiled at him as they passed in the hall.<br>&nbsp; "Hi," Dylan smiled in return. Unfortunately that pretty girl was his cousin, Debi. She was the nicest girl he knew. Cheerleader pretty too! But mom would frown on him dating his cousin, so his search continued. Not that he couldn't get a girl. Lori and Dawn liked him. They were kind of like skateboarder groupies. He couldn't make up his mind which girl he liked more. Maybe he didn't want too. He liked the attention he got from both of them. They haven't gone farther than kissing and humping, but they were sweet, so he could wait. <br>&nbsp; Dylan dropped his board on the pavement went he got outside and hopped on. Home was only 5 minutes away on his board. The teen went down Lincoln Ave. About a half block up he saw this girl he'd seen around. She was new this year. Her ass was a little chubby he could see from his current view, but not fat really. What really gave him the creeps was she was goth. Black lipstick and all.<br>&nbsp; Weird.<br>&nbsp; "Comin' on your left," Dylan said, as he came up behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 05:32:19</strong>
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				School sucked.<br>It always did, and Cedars High was no different. Sarah <em>hated</em> that her parents kept moving them around, her Dad having some stupid job that required it. He never talked about it, of course, so it was only some enigmatic stupid fact of life she had to deal with.<br>Ridiculous.<br>At least at her old school there were a couple of people to hang out with. Here, there weren't any goths. She was stranded with her own music and clothes, since no one at school was interesting enough to be into the same things.<br>So annoying.<br>Not that it would stop Sarah. She was hardcore. She wouldn't give in to the stupid societal pressures of what 'conventional beauty and behavior' ought to be. Fuck them. She wouldn't wear their colors and act like some stupid braindead cheerleader.<br>She was better than that.<br>Sarah always chose to leave at the bell, if not earlier, not wanting to wait around for the rest of the gaggling students. They were boring or insulting.&nbsp; Stupid pricks.<br>Of course, there was one particular guy that had caught Sarah's attention. He wasn't even her type, well, she meant, not all the way. He was cute and had kinda long hair and had this smile that was so...<br>It kind of annoyed Sarah. Because this guy, Dylan, didn't seem interested in her. He was more interested in the skateboard whores and cute little prissy girls that had no personality. She was totally hotter and smarter than them, but Dylan didn't seem to pay it any attention. Fuck. If only he wasn't so cute...<br><br>Sarah turned around as she heard his voice, her heart skipping a bit as she went to look. There he was, skateboarding toward her, and he barely seemed to notice her. She was even wearing one of her cutest outfits today, with the shorter black skirt and the stylish skull top that fit her chest just right. Seeing him always made her blank a little at first, though, her eyes getting a bit starry and lovey at how damn cute he was, and before she knew what was happening, he was already up to her and going past her. She raised her hand and called out to him, startled and a little too loud.<br>"Hey, Dylan!"<br>Sarah swallowed a bit, feeling clamped up in her throat. Crap. What was she going to say to him if he stopped? But, damn, he was so cute...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 15:37:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; As Dylan rolled past He noticed her skirt was pretty short. He wished the regular girls would wear them like that. The tight jeans they wore were nice, but the chance of seeing some panties made short skirts better. But Dylan pretty much forgot about her once he passed by her. His mind was on how he was going to get high that weekend. Maybe he'd snoop around his older sisters room. She must have something. He grinned to himself and wondered if she had added to her toy collection. The last time he had found a dildo and a vibrator. <br>&nbsp; That's when he heard that goth girl call out his name. They didn't have any classes with her he was pretty sure. How did she know his name? Dylan was going to keep going, but he had to find out. He rolled down the next driveway and did a 180. He did an ollie up the curb and back on to the sidewalk. He circled around her twice before slowing down and riding alongside her.<br>&nbsp; "How do you know my name?" Dylan asked, giving her the once over and noticing that even her fingernails had black polish. He grinned wondering if her toenails got the same treatment. Later on, when he got home, Dylan would imagine her pussy hair was dyed pitch black just like the hair on her head. "We don't have any classes together, do we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 20:47:08</strong>
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				Sarah sighed and looked annoyed and crestfallen for a moment, passed up by (though at least she wouldn't have to feel more embarrassed) - and then he came back around, doing some of his impressive skateboarding. She stood straight up again, watching him as he returned and circled around her, not sure what exactly he was doing, but smiling at him. He was so damn cute, after all, she couldn't help herself. Watching him made her heart tumble and her legs get kind of weak.<br><br>"Uh... actually, we do." She tried not to sound too bitchy, but it was kind of annoying that he didn't notice her - yet, well, what could she expect. Sometimes it was better to not be noticed, with all of the pricks around.<br>Being the only goth kid on campus was tough.<br><br>"We're in the same biology class." Sarah smiled as he grinned, not really knowing what he was grinning about, but seeing that it didn't look like he was <em>mocking</em> her... which she hated and wouldn't stand if it was coming from him. Sarah felt herself blushing a little, but refused to look like some weak little girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:14:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I guess that explains why I haven't seen you," Dylan said, as he kicked up his skateboard and started walking with her. He had made sure Lori and Dawn or any of their friends were around before he did. He didn't think they would really care if he was walking with her. They probably didn't think of her as competition. But still she was a girl so he thought it didn't hurt to be a little careful. He continued with a grin, "I suck at biology, so I usually sleep."<br>&nbsp; Dylan popped a bubble with his gum as they walked along. He explained how he was dreading dissecting the frog which they were supposed to do on Monday. He laughed asking if she thought he get extra credit for adding throw-up to the frogs guts. He popped another bubble before asking her what school she had gone to before, if she was going to join any of the clubs, and if everyone at her old school was all 'gothed up' like she was.<br>&nbsp; "You smart in bio?" He asked, realizing he had been peppering her with questions and not giving her a chance at replying. Dylan thought he got the motormouth gene from his sister. She never shut up. He brushed the hair from his eyes with his fingers, and said, "I talk too much, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:25:44</strong>
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				Sarah, surprised that he had begun walking alongside her instead of boarding off, had to catch up at first, barely managing not to drop her books. She felt her heart flipping around in her chest as she walked beside him, looking at him sidelong. He was walking with her! And oh, he was so cute.<br><em>Damnit. I'm so flustered.</em><br><br>She was thinking about responses to what he was saying, but he was going so fast that she just got caught up watching him and listening to his voice. Thankfully, he didn't notice. She winced for a moment. <em>Shit. I'm being a ditz.</em><br><br>"Err, I do alright in it." She watched him with a curious smile. "No, you don't... just a bit fast." Sarah was trying not to look like an idiot, holding her books close to herself, her arms making a sort of V over her chest. "Well... I used to go to Hoary Oak High, and no, there weren't too many goths.. just a few." She shrugged a little, her eyes glancing around. "I haven't seen any interesting clubs..." She looked to him. "Are there any?"<br><br>Of course, Sarah was looking forward to dissecting the frog, but she figured she'd leave that out, since he had some apprehension about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:47:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I wish you could do my frog too," Dylan said, as he picked at a sticker that was starting to peal off his board. She was nicer than he had thought she'd be. Dylan thought all goths were jerks. "My frogs going to die a painful death. I just know I'm going to prick him in a mess of places before I get him in the head or somewhere."<br>&nbsp; Dylan obviously had no idea what he was supposed to do during the dissection. He even thought the frog was going to be alive.<br>&nbsp; It was hard for him to check her out much. She was almost staring at him. He wanted to check out her legs, but every time he looked she was looking at him. Almost like she was check HIM out. Yeah, right, he thought to himself.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "All the girls I know suck at biology too," Dylan continued, trying to get her to agree to help him out in that class. Smiling and being nice to the teacher sure didn't seem to be getting him better grades. His best bud Jake was okay in bio, but he didn't want help from a boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:54:08</strong>
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				Sarah glanced away for a bit, thinking, <em>Wow. Is he asking me to help him? Really?</em> Instead of laughing at him for not having a clue about what he was doing, she simply smiled to herself. <em>It's funny... most guys are into that.</em><br><br>"I can help you with the frog," she said, looking to him again. "I'm pretty good at it, actually... we already did it at my old school." She smiled at him, feeling ecstatic inside, but trying to remain calm on the outside; she already felt stupid blushing a little at him, she didn't want to make a fool out of herself. Even though he wasn't at all goth, Dylan was so... melting.<br><br>She swallowed, looking ahead of them instead of staring at him so much, her spiked bracelets jangling a bit as they hit each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:12:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; "So you think maybe you can help me out in biology? Because I'm going to get a fat F if I don't start getting some help in it," Dylan said, his eyes finally able to slip down check out her legs. He thought they were kind of sexy, a bit chubby tho. But not bad. What really caught his eye was the spiked bracelets she was wearing. He could definately use them in case one of the thick headed jocks decided to try and fuck him up. <br>&nbsp; "Where do you get black lipstick?" Dylan asked, not thinking her look was so weird anymore. It was different. Kind of cool. He smiled to himself. He wanted those bracelets! He wanted to ask her if her pubic hair was dyed black too, but she might be able to kick his ass. Getting beaten up by a girl is something his rep didn't need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:27:04</strong>
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				She nodded at him, trying not to look too excited. "Yeah. I could help you with that." <em>Wow. This is too good to be true.</em> Sarah hadn't expected anything to come of it, since Dylan had seemed a lot like most of the other boys in school, though not like a jerk as some were. He didn't seem to mind that she goth, at least.<br><br>The question surprised her; Sarah knew most guys had zero interest in makeup, much less goth makeup. Eying him curiously, she replied. "Hot Topic. It's where I get a lot of things." <em>Not everything, though,</em> she added mentally. Her bracelets, for example, she had made by herself with the spikes and the leather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 23:52:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; "You make them yourself, really?" Dylan said, seeming impressed by this. He reached over and touched the bracelets to see how they felt like. He laughed, and added. "I hope Lori and Dawn never find out about these things. They'll be beaten me on my ass all the time."<br>&nbsp; He noticed like a lot of the chubby girls she had chubby tits. They were being shown off really nice by her tight top. They weren't as perky as his skateboard girls had, but thought that Sarah could really slap him around with them. He could see herr nipples sticking out the front of her top. <br>&nbsp; Dylan forced his eyes forward. He spit out his gum. She wears black lipstick, idiot. If you want tits go to Lori and Dawn. They'd let you play with theirs if you pushed them a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 01:40:53</strong>
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				"It's not that hard once you get the hang of it." She let him freely examine the bracelet, subduing her wanting to have him touch her skin and the anxiety in her stomach. <em>He likes them?</em> She was still surprised, glancing away as he mentioned the two other girls' names. "What do you mean? They'd hit you for wearing spikes?" Sarah frowned a bit, not exactly expecting elsewise. Most everyone didn't understand goth, and about half of those would go out of their way some time to make fun of it.<br><br><em>But idiots never learn.</em> She glanced at the gum he spit out, before looking at him again. "If you really like them... I could show you how to make them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 02:02:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Nah, they wouldn't really hit me. They just wouldn't allow me to wear these," Dylan laughed, finally letting her wrist go. He thought they looked so wicked. He wanted to skate around with a couple of those on. She could teach him how to make them and she knew biology. She thought how Lori and Dawn would rip them off his wrist. The boy they wanted could never wear such things. <br>&nbsp; And if you don't watch it you're going to be wearing black lipstick, chains around your waist and shit, you stupid geek. <br>&nbsp; But still..<br>&nbsp; "You get high?" Dylan asked, figuring someone has the balls, so to speak, to dress goth probably isn't shy about passing around a joint.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 04:23:21</strong>
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				Sarah shrugged lightly. "Some people aren't very open-minded," she said, with a hint of derision and scorn in her voice, but not too much. She was more insulting than bitter, but it wasn't directed at him. Just those who didn't approve of her lifestyle. Fuck 'em.<br><br>Obviously, she'd prefer that he spend his time around her instead, but... she wasn't about to just ask him out. At least, not at the moment. Maybe later... and if she helped him in biology, there'd certainly be chances.<br><br>She blinked at the question; it was very straightforward, so she guessed that he was likely a user himself. "Once or twice. Not often." She watched him, looking for his response. "Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 05:01:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Nothing," Dylan shrugged, this weekend was really going to suck. He was going to have to hook up with Jake later. There had to be somewhere they could score some weed. "Just wondering."<br>&nbsp; "Well, we'll have to do biology homework together sometime. And you're going to have to show me how to make those bracelets," Dylan smiled, dropping his board to the ground. He stepped on it, "See you on Monday, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 06:57:44</strong>
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				She blinked as she watched the emotions on his face, or, more specifically, how cute he was. He probably was a smoker, then.<br>"Sounds like fun," she said, grinning some and seeing him drop his board down. <em>He's going to leave... maybe...</em> "Do you want my number, then?" She looked at him, gauging his response. "For if you want to hang out..." she added, trying to be straightforward but not overly so. Well. Anyway...
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 14:10:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Okay," Dylan answered, digging out his cell phone from one of the pockets in his cargo jeans. He typed her number into his speed dial and then read off his number to her. He now had 11 girls on his speed dial. <br>&nbsp; Dylan noticed he had a new text message from Dawn. She wanted to know where he was. Why he hadn't waited for her after school. She was mad again.<br>&nbsp; "She's always mad," Dylan mumbled to himself, before popping his phone shut.<br>&nbsp; "Well, later," the teen said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Call me later if you want."<br>&nbsp; And with that he pushed off with his foot and headed off to find Jake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 22:50:01</strong>
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				Sarah smiled almost giddily as he punched in her number and she got his. It had gone from just 'hey' to number so quickly... and he was so cute and dreamy. Damn it.<br><em>I wonder why he wastes his time with girls like that.</em> She gave him a light smile. It was silly of him to hang out with them, to her, but she wouldn't tell him not to hang out with them... since they were basically strangers.<br>"Alright. You can do the same."<br>She waved at him as he went, stopping for a moment and sighing. Her day had suddenly got a lot better.<br><br>The encounter over, Sarah headed for her house, the journey going by in a wash of thoughts about Dylan, hanging out, helping him in biology, wondering if he would call her... thinking about calling him...<br>She really liked him, but Sarah wasn't interested in any stupid dating games or acting like she needed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gothic Pothead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:26:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; After leaving Sarah he headed for Jake's and the two spent the next few hours hanging out. Dylan didn't mention the goth girl. Jake would of told him to forget about her. She was too weird. Dylan found her kind of interesting. Not like he wanted her for a girlfriend or anything. It's just she was interesting. She was so different from Lori and Dawn.<br>&nbsp; After Dylan got home he chatted in yahoo with Lori and Dawn. Another girl from school, named Terri joined them later. After he got of his PC he got on the phone with Lori. he beat off listening to her. She never knew. <br>&nbsp; After he was done with Lori he stripped to his little, red briefs. They made him feel kind of sexy. He played some video games until he was bored and then stretched out on his bed. He tried calling Lori again. She was busy helping her mom with something or other. He tried Dawn. No answer. He thought of trying Terri, but then seeing your name on his speed dial, he shrugged. He pressed 1-1.
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