I walked into school this morning with a migraine and a sour mood; it's been two days since Trevor had his man nonsense shoved into my mouth and I haven't seen him in school.
I don't know what kept him away, probably guilt but knowing Trevor and remembering how pleased he looked that day I can't say it was guilt that made not come to school.
The boy had enjoyed every second of having me choke and gag on his man nonsense, and if anything the low grunts and moans of pleasure he vomited were enough reason for me to know he enjoyed it while I buried myself in self-disgust.
I've tried to erase the memory, but it won't go away, especially his groans of pleasure they keep playing at the mind of making it hard for me to focus on anything.
As I walked down the hallway to my next class, I lo
