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There I was serving another detention. This was the third time this month I was serving detention for something I didn't do. It was her, that preppy little witch. I suppose I should explain myself. Through out my life I have never been much of an aggressor, because of this women haven't found me very manly. I have been called cute, even charming, but rarely manly. It was senior year of high school. I had been to a different school every year since I started high school. Due to my parents divorce I would live with one then the other being tossed around like a sack of potatoes. I didn't mind it, I could slack off in school if I wanted, smoke, whatever, no parental supervision defiantly had its perks. I was six foot tall, and approx 180 pounds, I had blue eyes, a soft baby blue color that made me appear nonthreatening. I was pretty relaxed never really getting into trouble. I did all the trouble some teenage things any teenager did nothing special. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life at the time. I walked straight through the gym took a left instead of a right as I entered the basement level and walked in on this schools most popular girl as she was pulling down her panties. I wasn't thinking about her small C-cup tits or the fact that her pussy was completely shaved at the time, I wasn't even thinking about those piercing green eyes. My only thought was, ?Fuck, wrong locker room!? I didn't know it then but this young women would be making my life a living hell. She screamed of course that got someones attention. Within minutes I was in the principle?s office facing expulsion on my first day; lucky for me I was new to the school. When I explained that it was an accident, all I had to do was apologize to the girl. I later found out her name was Sara. I felt her leering at me the entire time I was apologizing. Sara was far from happy with the outcome of this situation. She felt I deserved to be punished and would ensure the entire school heard about it. almanbahis şikayet (http://almanaffiliates.com/) It didn't take me long to find out why Sara was the most popular girl in school. Sara was only five foot seven she wasn't a sports buff or the smartest girl in school. She was pretty but nothing special. Her true talent was manipulating people. Sara would strike the fear of God into them, shrieking like an insane harpy until you felt your ears where literally going to bleed. She almost always got her way and no one questioned her. I was just grateful the principle was one of the few who wasn't afraid of her. My hell started from that day on: in every class I attended, the harpy witch was there. She was there spreading her lies. Breaking beakers in the chem lab at my lab station. Chewing gum and sticking it on my desk. Intentionally breaking the glass to the trophy case and telling the staff she witnessed me do it. So here I was again, sitting in detention for something I didn't do. Every detention I sat there sixty full minutes, almost every night doing nothing but contemplating. How could I get this witch to stop? Someone has to stop this tyrant. If she makes it out of high school like this she could ruin hundreds, maybe even thousands of lives. If I stopped the harpy queen I would basically be doing a public service. I started formulating my plan, knowing that I would be ready by year book time. I signed up for the year book committee. I joined the photography club. I even got a part time job. What I had planed would cost money. The weeks went by and I suffered. Oh, how I suffered. But with each passing day, instead of getting depressed, I was getting happier. It was no more then a week out from yearbooks when Sara finally caught on that I was happy. I knew she wouldn't let that slide. When she stopped me in the hall, I was prepared. "Why the hell are you so happy, you damn pervert?" "Oh, that's an easy one: Soon I will never have to see your face again,? I shot back. almanbahis canlı casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) She leered at me, the cogs turning in her twisted little mind. She was like a vulture trying to find ways to make me suffer a painful death. She stomped off in the direction of the year book committee. I had her. She knew I was on the committee. She also knew I appeared to enjoy it. What she didn't know was I had planned this months ago. Sara got on the year book committee fairly easy. The geeks that ran the committee where push-overs and knew better then to question the queen bee. Sara insisted on working with me. She intentionally tried to sabotage me at every turn. What she didn't know is that I was purposely trying not to finish the year book photos in time. Friday around noon the news came that we had to be done by Monday. Sara frowned. I could tell she wasn't happy, she had done the math in her head. There was no way in hell we where finishing by the end of the school day. Sara didn't want to be held responsible for ruining the year book though, so she sucked it up. "We can work tonight at my place,? I said. "Fine, but we are finishing tonight. I am not wasting my entire weekend with the likes of you!" "Seven works for me,? I replied, handing her written down directions to my house and left for the day. - - - - - It was almost seven. Don?y chicken out , I told myself. You have come too far. The doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I couldn't believe it: The harpy queen, Sara, at my door wearing some obscene clothing. A skimpy top and a short skirt with some very appealing booty type shoes. She caught me looking. "Stop looking, pervert! I have a date in two hours, let?s finish this so I can leave." I tried not to grit my teeth. I had to remain civilized, for now. We entered my basement and set up shop on the table in the center of the room. The other half of the basement was separated by a sheet. On the other side of that sheet was almanbahis casino (http://almanaffiliates.com/) my bed room. We where working for about ten minutes when I saw it. A dildo sticking out from under the futon less then a foot away from where Sara sat. I had spent months collecting and ordering toys off the net, telling myself I would humiliate her. This was it, if she saw that dildo. She could tell everyone that I was gay, on top of everything else she had already done. I tried to advert my eyes, but it was too late. She had noticed I was looking at something. I tried to dive for the dildo but she was only inches away. She snatched it up and shrieked. "Oh my god! You really are a filthy little pervert! I can't wait to tell everyone at school that you own a dildo." I tried to grab the dildo again but she slipped it behind her back. She must have seen the change in my eyes. " Shut up !" I ordered, I didn't ask. I barked it like a command was meant to be barked. She fell silent. I don't think she had ever been silent for this long her entire life. I moved towards her. Slowly reached around her back and took the dildo from her hand. My eyes never left hers; she looked as if she was going to faint. I heard her gulp before I broke the silence. "What the hell is wrong with you? I mean look at you, do you really think anyone finds you attractive at all? You are short. Your tits are small, and to top it all off, you have a horrible personality! Yeah, so you have blonde hair and green eyes. Neither one of those two things makes up for the fact that your voice sounds like a shrieking harpy when you speak!" At that point I probably would have run from my own home, I felt so damn guilty. Then the eyes where there. Cold, green, leering eyes. The same eyes from the first time I was forced to apologize to her. I hated those eyes. Simply looking into those cold green eyes pissed me off. "I doubt you have a date tonight either, you heartless bitch." She started to tear up, but I wasn't about to be defeated by a few tears. Not after everything she had put me through. "Don't you damn cry, you stupid bitch. You are not allowed to cry. Not after the months of hell you put me through because you thought I was trying to catch a peek at what you call a body.