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gyrlliar · 4 months

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Initiation

(football team x bttm cheerleader male/ftm reader)

(note: dubcon(?), gangbang & bondage; read with caution, another horny...thing sorry)

How did you end up like this...? All your life, through out high school, you were a cheerleader. Your charming, bright smile, your flexablity and your loud, cheerful voice was perfect for the role. You surely passed the tryouts with flying colors as you did a double tuck handspring buck tuck and ended with a huge smile on your face. Everyone cheered as you ended your routine, you were perfect for the cheerleading team. But...just one more thing.

You had to pass the initiation test.

So here you were, tied up on the floor of the locker room. You were stripped of your bottom half as the sickeningly saturated logo of your school stuck out on your tight top. You were gagged with the ribbons used to decorate the school's cheerleading team's hair.

A whimper bubbled from your throat as you felt your legs' muscles being strained in this position. This surely wasn't a usual initiation.

You heard the loud claps and cheers from the outside, this was the start of the season for the college football team and they were killing it. The boys' hard bodies collided against the opposing team, running through the field, furiously grasping at the ball...and touchdown! The crowd goes wild, the school's team had won.

The football team let out a satisfied sigh as they went to the locker room, their loud, deep voices echoing through the stairs, the boys chatted cheerfully about their awesome victory, the sounds of their reverberated voices got closer...

They all stopped talking when they saw you. A cute cheerleader, tied up like a turkey and gagged like a dog. You were placed on the floor, ass and sex bare in the air whilst your eyes were watering up due to embarassment and shyness. One of the boys, Josh, the center, let out a low whistle and whispered a curse word unded his breath as the boys approached you cautiously, almost unsure about what to do.

"Uh...hey...?" Daniel, the quarterback called out softly to you, you tried to turn your head towards him but he stopped you seeing your struggle and he hesitatingly kneeled down next to your eyelevel. "Um...I just, I gotta ask...what is happening here...? Is the.." Daniel pauses, he gulps down his confusion whilst looking at his team who shrugs with the same amount of confusion.

Daniel continues. "Is this a prank from the cheerleading team...?" He asked, you tried to answer but you remembered you have a gag over your mouth. The quarterback let out an 'oh' and tore off the gag with ease, your saliva dripping out of your mouth in a...lewd manner as you gasp in relief.

"T-this..." You cleared your throat as the boys looked at you in partial confusion, partial pity and partial horniness. "This isn't a prank...apparently...i-it's my initiation?" You stated to them, but with an unsure tone that brought a heavier state of confusion to the players.

"Well...um...this is..." Keon, the wide receiver, stuttered out as the other boys looked away from your lower half in respect. "I never knew that the cheerleading team was so...rough with initiations..." Gerald, the halfback said whilst covering his mouth with his hand and his growing tent with the other. "This has never happened before and I'm a senior." James, the guard said, as the other players nodded slowly.

Daniel looked at you, up and down and blushed at the sight of your bareness at the lower half. "Um...we're just gonna let you go and...just pretend this never happened-" "N-no, please." You cut off Daniel in the middle of his sentence, your watery, doe eyes looking up at him and the boys, pleadingly. They almost let out a coo at your cute, desperate face.

"I-I really want to get in the cheerleading team so...please...use me for my purpose in this initiation...?" You said shyly with a desperate tone as you raised your ass up in the air, almost enticing the boys to just pounce on you. And you did entice one of them. Ivan, the fullback, muttered a 'fuck it' under his breath and pulled out his fat, musky cock from his pants and slapped it on your face.

The other players almost protested and were shocked at Ivan's bold display, Ivan smirked and chuckled, a little bit embarrassed but riled up at the sight of you. "Ivan...what the-?!" Daniel exclaimed as Ivan shushes him.

"You guys want this cute little cheerleader to follow his dream right?" Ivan asks them whilst pushing the tip in your plush, warm mouth. "So..." He sighs shakily in pleasure. "Let's help him pass his initiation." He grunts as he shoves his fat cock in your mouth. You let out a squeak and surprise as you sucked on his cock.

The team looked at each other, scratching the back of their heads as they unbuckle their belts. "Let's help him, huh?" Luke, the tackle, asked his twin. Lucas, the other tackle and the twin of Luke simply let out a chuckle.

The team huddled above you, "Yellow Gargyles on 3?" Daniel cheered out. "One, two, three...!" The team chanted out, you looked up at them as they whipped out their cocks. You gulped in anticipation as you caught a whiff of the musky smell of their well-hung, thick and girthy cocks.

This really isn't a usual initiation.

(part 2 soon, im lazy to finish this)

#bottom male reader #bottom reader #sub male reader #uke male reader #sub reader #male reader #x male reader #x reader

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mimi-0007 · 10 months

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Medger Evers .. But did you know he was also a college football star at Alcorn State, where he was a teammate of his brother, Charles? He was. “Medgar played halfback and I played center,” Charles Evers, 94, said recently during an interview at his WMPR radio office in west Jackson.

#medgar evers #black tumblr #black history #black literature #black community #black excellence #civil rights #black history is american history #blackexcellence365 #college education #alcorn state #college football #black lives matter #equal #equal rights #football player #american history

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blastofsports · 9 months

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Gale Eugene Sayers (May 30, 1943 – September 23, 2020) was an American professional football player who was both a halfback and return specialist in the National Football League (NFL). In a relatively brief but highly productive NFL career, Sayers spent seven seasons with the Chicago Bears from 1965 to 1971, though multiple injuries effectively limited him to five seasons of play. He was known for his elusiveness and agility and was regarded by his peers as one of the most difficult players to tackle

#gale sayers #black tumblr #black history #black excellence #black literature #black community #kansas university #chicago bears #nfl #football #black players #nfl football #college football #black history is american history #blackexcellence365

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lotsalottle · 3 months

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No Return |chapter 1|

Paring- Lottie Matthews x reader

Word count-2k

notes- very excited to post this since i've been in a yellowjackets brainrot for two weeks

summary- You never make it to nationals.

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Who the hell drinks Miller light?

You gagged at the taste. Not your beer of choice, obviously. You walk away from the keg and take in your surroundings. A bunch of horny and drunk assholes all trying to outdo one another. A couple of people eye you, wanting to snatch you away from the crowd. You don't care to. None of them are her.

None of them compared to Lottie Matthews.

Lottie. The girl who you have secretly been seeing for 2 months. The rich girl of Wiskayok. The two of you immediately clicked when you first joined the Yellowjackets as a halfback. Both of you playfully flirted and toed the line of friendship for months until Lottie got jealous when a baseball boy asked you out.

She pampers you, buying you lunch, paying to get your nails done, or even just little dates that she plans. She begs you to spend the night at her house every day, wanting to take full advantage of her parents' absence. She tried to pick you up for school, but you convinced her to let you do that. It gave you a reason to flaunt your dingy Mustang.

Like all teams, you are closer with some girls and not as close with others. You enjoy spending time with them all though, especially Shauna and Natalie. You loved every single one of your teammates, even Misty. Sure, you all have bumps in the road, like earlier tonight when everyone started fighting with each other until Jackie stepped in and forced everyone to talk it out. Taissa didn’t mean to cripple Allie. Accidents happen. Nationals is what matters.

“Hey pretty girl. Ready to head out?”

You smile at the sweet voice, turning to see Lottie beaming at you. Brown hair still perfectly styled, even after getting in between a group of fighting girls, “The other girls already left?”

She nodded, grabbing you by the hand, which to outsiders, seems like a normal platonic gesture between two teenagers. You let Lottie drag you to your car, which was tucked away in a secluded part of the area. You always tried to park away from everyone else whenever you heard your ex was going to be at the same event as you, he always tried to fuck with your car, as if he wasn't the one who cheated.

As soon as you tried opening the driver's side door, Lottie stopped you, blushing as she moved the passenger seat up, revealing the backrow of your Mustang. She silently slipped in the car, outstretching her hand to you.

“Are you sure? My Mustang isn’t exactly the most comfortable car to have a make out sesh in.” You said, giggling. Nevertheless, you took her hand, settling next to the taller girl. “Yeah, but it’s romantic.” She whined.

“Anything with you is romantic.”

You felt your heart quicken. Ah, Lottie. The sweet talker. The cramped space had the two of you squished together. The tinted windows ensured that no one would see inside the car. Lottie smiles slyly, eyes staring at your lips. The scent of her expensive perfume and cigarettes filled the air. Nothing can ever measure up to Lottie Matthews, she is perfect.

Lottie moves, her lips on yours. Her hand encasing your face. Both of you move in synch, mouths opening for one another, hot breaths fog the window as you push Lottie against the door. She grabs you by your shirt, desperately trying to bring you closer to her. Your mind is racing, you can’t get enough of her. She moves towards your neck, slightly biting. Wanting to claim you as hers. Her hands gripping every inch of your body. You gasp as slim fingers inch your shirt up, slowly creeping up towards your chest.

Lottie Lottie Lottie.

“I want more, (y/n).”

You pause, eyes opening to see Lottie bright red, heavily breathing. Her usual pristine hair messily framed her face.

Your chest tightened, knowing that you didn’t want your first time with Lottie to be in the backseat of your shitbox of a car, “Lotts...maybe..not here.” Her face falls, the usual smile replaced by quivering lips, her brown eyes avoid you.

“What did I do?” Her voice breaks your heart, she sounds so small.

“No! No, it’s not you, baby. I just don’t want us to-”

“Can we go?”

Before you could answer, she climbs to the front seat, smoothing out her skirt. You climb to the driver's side, starting the ignition. You glance at her, noticing her mascara smudge on her pink sweater. “Lottie, I didn’t mean to stop like that.”

She doesn’t respond, instead, she stares out the window, her body angled away from you.

Sighing, you shift the gear and take off, opting not to turn on the radio in case Lottie wants to speak to you. 10 minutes into driving you notice little sniffles coming from your girlfriend, “Lottie, seriously. Please talk to me,” No luck. “I’m sorry.”

You pull up to the driveway of her house, her parents aren’t home. Again. “Do you want me to stay with you?” She shakes her head, turning towards you, “I need to be alone.”

Ouch.

“Okay.” You say, ignoring the way your eyes burn with embarrassment for ruining the moment.

Lottie hesitantly kisses your cheek, “I’m not mad, you didn’t want to. It’s me, I'm being stupid. I didn’t mean to act like that, I’m sorry.” She grabs your hand, voice small, yet still soothing. “I know what you mean, though. We shouldn’t have sex in your car.”

You giggle, “Poor car can only handle so much. Go inside, Lottie. We still have to wake up early for the plane ride.”

She smiles, tears still flowing, she quickly kisses you, “Goodnight, (y/n).”

You wait for her to get inside before you drive off, you speed home, double checking your luggage for the trip. You start doing your bed routine, shower, skin, vitamins. You slip in bed, drifting to sleep.

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Late. Of course. You are late.

Your mom drove you to the airport, weaving in and out of traffic, dropping you off at the private part of the airport. She gave you a kiss goodbye before you ran into the terminal where the rest of your teammates laughed as you entered.

“Way to be on time, (Y/n)” Taissa joked, “What? Lottie didn’t feel like giving you a ride?”

“Your mom.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

Lottie slipped next to you, rolling her eyes, “I offered.” She nudged you slightly, “Want to sit with me?”

“Sure-”

“Hey Lottie, sorry to wisk (Y/n) away. She was supposed to help me with my Anthropology homework,” Natalie said as she punched your arm, “Don’t worry, I can only stand her for so long. You can have her on the ride back.”

You and Nat laughed, pushing one another. Failing to realize the way Lottie glared at the two of you. “That’s fine.”

You grabbed Lottie by the shoulders, maneuvering her towards the plane's entrance. Obviously, you can’t kiss her. No, you can’t tell her how beautiful she looks in her jacket right now, but you can touch, playfully. No one would look twice at you two.

Everyone enters the plane, thanking Lottie’s family for providing the private plane, she shrugs at that. Bitterly saying that this is the closest thing they’ll do for parenting. You squeeze her shoulder, loading up your bags in the overhead bin. “I’ll sit in the row next to you so we can still be close.”

She smiles, “I love that.”

You let Nat take the window seat, you sit next to her, fighting for the shared arm rest.

“Girls.”

“Sorry coach.” Natalie Snickers.

You shoot a small smile at Lottie, who looks around to make sure no one is watching as she blows a kiss towards you.

“Dude. Why is Anthropology a thing? It’s dumb.” Nat says. The plane has only been in the air for an hour. Laughing echos around the cabin, you can hear Van throwing paper balls at Mari. Misty sits by herself. Shauna and Jackie are already asleep. The other girls on the plane chat with one another, excitedly talking about Nationals.

You roll your eyes at the shorter girl, “It’s easy, idiot.”

“No, it’s-”

A sudden jolt shuts the two of you up. At first you think it’s turbulence. You lean over Natalie, lifting the shade of the window up. Your breath hitches, fear engulfs you. The wing of the plane is on fire.

The wing of the fucking plane is on fire.

The plane jolts again, this time, the lights go out, oxygen masks drop from overhead, screams fill the cabin. You fearfully look at Nat, she stares back at you, eyes filled with terror. You help her put on her oxygen mask, neglecting your own. You quickly unfasten your seatbelt, thrashing as you stand up against the shaking of the plane. You grab onto the seat in front of you, slowly moving towards the row in front of you.

“(Y/n), what are you doing? Sit the fuck down!” Natalie yells, trying to grab you, “Fuck, Stop!”

You avoid her hand, leaning behind Lottie’s seat, forcing the oxygen mask on her.

“(Y/n)! Oh my god. What the hell? Sit down, please!” Lottie tries to pull you in the row, her grip tight as she uses all her strength to hold you upright against the violent tremble. You try to hold yourself up, hopelessly letting go of Lottie’s hand, falling to the floor of the plane.

“(Y/n)!”

Screams are becoming louder; you can see Lottie fighting with her seatbelt, never taking her eyes off you. Coach Martinez forces her to sit down, she fights him, pointing at you. He darts towards you, picking you up by your arm and tossing you in a seat, forcing the oxygen mask on you. He makes rounds again, checking on his sons.

You panic, looking at the scared faces of your friends as you feel the plane descending wildly into a wooded area. You make desperate eye contact with Misty before a piece of metal slams into your head.

Darkness engulfs you.

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“Wake up!”

Everything hurts.

“Please, wake up (Y/n)!”

You feel hands gripping you, throwing you around. The pain coming from your head is unbearable. The smell of smoke fills the air, you force your eyes open, staring straight at a panicked, but uninjured Lottie.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Babe, we got to go, now!” She uses her height to lift you up, she's saying words that you can’t make out. Blood gushes from your head, obscuring your vision. She lets you go for a moment, helping the other girls get the door of the plane open, fire is spreading all around you. You can hear Shauna and Natalie shout as the door opens, all the girls tumbling out of it. Lottie pulls you with her, until you hear Van screaming for help.

You and Shauna both look back. Shauna rushes towards Van, Jackie begging her to stop. You look at Lottie, quickly pushing her out the door.

You shut the door on Lottie, tuning out her screams for you.

You sprint towards Van, ignoring the pain that flares up every time you move. Shauna fights with Vans seatbelt, you join her, tugging on it with all the strength you have. The fire is moving closer to all of you. Vans cries intensify, panicking at the thought of dying. You barely notice Jackie pulling Shauna away, she tries to pull you away too, begging you to come. You can’t, no, you won’t leave Van to die. You brush off her hand, Shauna screams fade as Jackie drags her out the plane.

“Please, help!”

You grip her seatbelt tighter, forcefully ripping it from the connection. You grab Van, feeling fire already engulfing the sleeve of your blouse. The Both of you tumble out of the plane, barely avoiding getting blown up in the process. Your back meets the ground with a hard thud.

You gasp, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. You lay in the dirt, the screaming is around you again. You can’t see the scene, only the blue sky. You want to sleep. You’re tired.

Your hearing is muffled, but you can make out her voice anywhere. She’s looking for you.

Lottie, I'm okay.

“(Y/n), where are you!?”

You want to respond, but you can’t.

The world goes dark again.

#yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie mattehws x you #natalie scatorccio #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fanfic

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octuscle · 11 months

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I've wanted to report this for awhile honestly. I'm the school's math team captain and I think the football coach is using the Chronivac illegally. Basically, whenever one of his players gets injured, he "borrows" one of the people from our math team and turns them into an exact copy of the injured player- including mentally. All of my friends are complete dumbasses now and don't even remember who they used to be! I've gone to the department chair about this but they want to keep the secret because they don't want us losing the state championship. Apparently, it gets a lot of money for the school and everyone bets on our team to win. But this isn't right, so I was hoping you could do something about it.

I have three basic comments to make at the outset: First, no one can be transformed into an exact copy of another. We are required by law that fingerprints must not change. But that is only in passing. Second, I can't find in your two teammates (or should I say "math bros" now?) that they look like complete dumbasses. To me, they make a pretty satisfied impression after training.

But last but not least: Of course nobody should use the Chronivac to change people for their own benefit against their will.

A pal from the legal department talked to the school management. It is indeed the case that you have agreed in the school bylaws to the use of Chronivac for the benefit of the school. So it's all legal. But we voted on two amendments. First, the injured football jocks will join you on the math team as nerds. After all, a few sprains or bruises shouldn't be harmful. And once the injury has subsided, both involved will be transformed back. And both can remember the time in the other body. Should be quite a cool experience. Think of it as a kind of experiment…

And speaking of that… One halfback is expected to be out for two weeks. Tendon strain. Oh, you don't know what uh tendon strain is? you don't have to. You just need to know what uh halfback haz to do. Great ass you got, by da way. Your football bros noticed it, too. But you know that yourself, you don't drop da soap in da shower for nothing.

go for it n make da coach n da math team proud!

#male tf #chronivac #muscle tf #reality change

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soberscientistlife · 3 months

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Charles W. Follis, aka. "The Black Cyclone," was the first Black professional American football player. He played for the Shelby Blues of the "Ohio League" from 1902 to 1906. In 1904, Follis signed a contract with Shelby making him the first black contracted to play professional football. He was also the first black catcher to move from college baseball onto a black professional baseball team.

He was born in Cloverdale, Virginia. The Follis family moved to Wooster, Ohio, where he attended Wooster High School and participated in organizing and establishing the first varsity football team. He played right halfback and served as team captain on a squad that had no losses that year.

In 1901, Follis entered the College of Wooster. Rather than playing football for the college, he played for the town’s amateur football team – the Wooster Athletic Association.

In 1904, he signed a contract with the Shelby Athletic Club, later the Shelby Blues. With that contract, he became the first professional African American football player. Follis played on the team with Branch Rickey, the Ohio Wesleyan University student and future Brooklyn Dodger owner who would sign Jackie Robinson to integrate MLB

Like other players who integrated sport teams, Follis faced discrimination. Players on opposing teams targeted Follis with rough play that resulted in injuries. At a game in Toledo in 1905, fans taunted him with racial slurs until the Toledo team captain addressed the crowd and asked them to stop. In Shelby, Follis joined his teammates at a local tavern after a game; the owner denied him entry. At the Thanksgiving Day game of the 1906 season, He suffered a career-ending injury.

Follis turned to baseball, a sport he played for many years in the spring and summer. Having played for the Wooster College and in the Ohio Trolley League, Follis was an experienced baseball player, but could only play in segregated baseball leagues. He played for the Cuban Giants, a black baseball team, as a catcher.

Source: African Archives

#black history month

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theoddcatlady · 4 months

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Teacher's Pet

TW: Statutory Rape

I think every straight guy in my school had a thing for Miss Bell.

I’m the last dude you want to come to when it comes to judging ‘female beauty’, but even I could admit she was pretty. Blonde hair usually drawn back in that messy bun style, a bod that would make Venus jealous, and a round face that was always smiling or laughing.

She was our English II teacher, she’d just transferred in that year from California. During our first class, she told about going to college and how she used to surf on the weekends. My friend Sean elbowed me and whispered about how she’d look in a bikini. My practical ass said that she probably was wearing a wetsuit when she surfed. This got the back of my head punched and Sean whispering ‘Gaaaaaaaaaay’ into my ear. I mean, really not inaccurate, but the punch wasn’t necessary.

Miss Bell wasn’t a bad teacher, I don’t think, but she wasn’t the greatest. For one, she so clearly picked favorites. I think Sean nearly creamed his pants when she leaned down next to him when wearing a low button down shirt to explain how to properly use an adverb. Me, on the other hand, she’d just tell me to check the notes when I had a question. The notes were useful but Jesus Christ woman, would it kill you to take two seconds out of your day to teach?

The favorites in my class were my friend Sean and Elijah, the former being captain of the debate team and the latter being halfback on the football team. Now I can say without a doubt both of these guys were hot as fuck, so I guess that’s why she liked them. Her least favorite students were so clearly the girls. She ignored them more than she ignored me and that’s saying something. When she did talk to them, it was condescending as fuck. Poor Tracy had the nerve to ask a question about Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Masque of Red Death’ and the look that Miss Bell gave her could make plants wither.

I mostly ignored this for the most part until the rumor spread that Miss Bell was sleeping with her favorites.

I know, lots of guys would think this was the greatest thing, scoring with the hot teacher… but all her students were around fifteen or sixteen at this point. That’s not fucking okay, I don’t care how ‘hot’ people think it is. It’s a bit personal for me, if I’m honest. My older sister was preyed on by one of her teachers when she was a freshmen. It only came out when she got pregnant at age fourteen.

That guy’s still rotting in jail and when he gets out I’m gonna probably punch his face till it breaks.

It’s the double standard of it. Up until this point I tolerated Miss Bell, but after that skeleton fell out of the closet, I despised her. I decided to follow up with Sean at his house, since he was a supposed favorite.

We were playing video games, eating mozzarella sticks and just chatting it up when I decided to bring up Miss Bell.

“Soooo… what do you think about her?” I asked, snatching another mozzarella stick off the Mt. Everest mountain pile of them. Sean’s mom always wanted to make sure I was fed, I think she genuinely believed I didn’t eat anywhere else but her house.

Sean’s face lit up in a way that made my stomach twist. “Oh man, she’s the greatest! I got to study at her house last Saturday,” He said.

I swallowed. “… Did… all you do was study?” I asked, glancing up the stairs to make sure Mrs. Barnett wasn’t within hearing distance.

Sean grinned and leaned in close. “… We did it on her kitchen table,” He said.

Well, that confirmed it. “Dude, she’s like, thirty! That’s not cool!” I said, jerking away and nearly knocking over Mt. Mozzarella.

Sean snorted and rolled his eyes. “Come on, it’s not like I didn’t want it. And she’s not thirty, she’s twenty eight,” He said as if that made it all better.

“I’m telling you, it’s kinda creepy that a twenty eight year old woman wants to ‘do it’ with a sixteen year old,” I said.

“It won’t be creepy when I’m twenty eight and she’s forty… is that math right?”

I shoved him and was about to tell him exactly what I thought when Mrs. Barnett came downstairs with hamburgers and chattered our ears off. By the time she left, all the courage I had about broaching that topic again with Sean had left. I know that makes me a coward, but it’s kinda hard to tell someone they’re being victimized when they think they’ve reached cloud nine.

God, I really should’ve talked with Sean about it sooner.

That Friday I’d forgotten my copy of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ in Miss Bell’s class and was heading back to get it when I saw she wasn’t alone in class. Maybe hoping to get some evidence of her creeping on teenage boys, I listened in.

I recognized the other person as Malcolm. Malcolm wasn’t the brightest bulb in the package, he’d been held back a year and thought of himself as a bad ass just because he graffiti’d the school with giant spray paint dicks once. Right now, Malcolm was crying and I felt sick to my stomach.

“I just… I just don’t wanna lose you, Tia,” He said between choked sobs.

“Oh, baby,” Miss Bell brought Malcolm into a tight hug, “You won’t lose me. I love you, and you love me. That’s why I know you’ll do your very best to keep me.”

Malcolm sniffled and pulled back, but there was this oddly peaceful smile on his face. “I’ll do it. You know I can,” He said.

“That’s my baby.”

I darted off after that, resolving on Monday that I’d go to the principal and tell him about the conversation I heard. I needed that much time to work up my nerve… I really wish I wasn’t such a coward then.

That night Malcolm went into Taco Bell and put three bullets in Chase Stanford’s chest.

It was all over Facebook. My feed went from cute animal rescue stories and memes to ‘HOLY SHIT SOMEONE’S SHOOTING UP TACO BELL’. The only person killed was Chase and thank god no one else was injured, but it shook me to the core when it came out that the shooter was Malcolm… and that he was still at large.

It was like everyone went fucking crazy over the span of a single night. My mom ended up guarding the door with a gun while my dad watched the back door while wielding a baseball bat. I was ordered to stay in my room and if I heard anything suspicious to immediately call 911.

How crazy, do you ask?

Well, Malcolm’s murder spree had only just begun, and it wasn’t only him who had suddenly gained a lust for blood.

An hour after Malcolm killed Chase, someone broke into a party at Elijah’s house and proceeded to pummel the shit out of him before putting another bullet in his back. Unlike Chase, Elijah managed to survive after some serious surgery, although he’d never walk again. The cops weren’t sure if Elijah’s attempted murderer was Malcolm or someone else, although if it was Malcolm, well…

Malcolm ended up getting stabbed to death that night.

He was found with a dozen stab wounds in his chest and neck, bleeding out on a street corner. He didn’t even make it until the medics got there. In his jacket pocket was a confession and a dedication. He was doing this all for his girl, to prove that he was going to be her true love forever and ever.

Murder. Murder everywhere. Everyone in my school made it their responsibility to keep everyone updated as soon as they could. All I could do was watch.

Max Reid broke into Brad Watson’s house with a knife and after stabbing his mom went after Brad. Brad ended up throwing Max down the stairs and the idiot broke his neck. It came out later that Max’s knife was the one used to kill Malcolm.

Brad ended up trying to break into the hospital where Elijah was being treated (god knows how he found out) and tried to get to him. He obviously got arrested.

Someone broke into Jake Curtis’ house and when he found out Jake wasn’t there ended up shooting both of his parents. They both died.

Jake wasn’t there because he was choking Oliver Ballard to death. His hunter caught up to him and executed him.

The list goes on and on.

I found out the pattern real quick. Each of the murderers/victims were the favorites of Miss Bell. I had a breakdown and told my parents what I’d figured out. They immediately called the cops and tipped them off. Of course the cops went to Miss Bell’s house but she was long gone, she’d probably not even returned home after school let out. Her car was found abandoned a few miles out of town.

I ended up getting questioned about the other ‘favorites’ and I listed who else I knew was rumored to be a favorite. I’d like to think I saved a few lives by doing that.

I didn’t save Sean’s though.

When the police caught up to him, he’d been in the process of shooting another student in the head. The mystery second shooter. I don’t know how they talked him down from the gun but he was brought in. He’s going to spend a long, long time in prison.

The sun came up and over a dozen people were dead. Five favorites remained and all of them were locked up in prison. Their stories were basically all the same though- Miss Bell told them that they had to.

That fucking bitch. She’d managed to manipulate all of her teenage lovers into murdering each other before she skipped town. Why, we don’t know. Miss Bell’s gone with the wind. Heck, they found out that wasn’t even her real name. Her real identity is a mystery.

I’ve graduated by now. Every week I go visit Sean in prison. He’s gotten his GED at least. I’m proud of him for sticking around. At least two of the other kids that were caught committed suicide within a month of incarceration.

Last time I saw him though I noticed something on his left hand. A golden ring. I asked who gave it to him.

He just smiled and changed the subject, but I’m worried about him.

I wonder if Miss Bell is still lurking around, waiting for her favorite student to get out of prison.

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