She is the sugar man, she is the sugar and I am damn sure she will be my sugar candy, ah! are the thoughts that are roaming in the head of every prick teenage boy of the Ryan International School, looking at the beautified and sexy features of the playgirl, Jemima, merely sixteen and hardly somebody who gives a fuck about the young ugly boys in her class. Right now, she is sitting at the place right in front of her first ex-boyfriend Michael Crawford, who hates her and has no intention of even giving his eyes a fruitful glance over her beautiful figure which has every eye stitched upon with pure lust. Every young guy in the Ryan International School wants her and that is a matter of fact the truth, kneeling in the head of her only friend and the best friend, Peggy Relish, the ugliest but the most beautiful creature that exists in the life of sweetheart, Jemima Hewitt.

Jemima, as usual, sits arguably tarnished with boredom because she knows what is going on within the dampness of her best friend's empty head. She too envies her, as a matter of fact, and all of us know they both keep fighting about this at times. Though childish they both are at times, they never go on hours without talking to each other and they are the only duo left in our whole batch who have not yet switched their fascinating best friends, whom they recalled their everything once upon a time. Indeed, Jemima has never stood loyal to her ex-boyfriends but soundly, the ugliest bitch of her life still made it to the top of her life's shitty priority, hehe. Talking about Jemima and her looks, man, I don't know how to describe them, they, they are just flawless, whether her face or uh, something else, ifykyk.

Tortilla skin, dark blonde hair, pink lips, blue eyes, and glossy touchy figure, Ah! That is her definition of beauty man, you know. Even I was attracted towards her when I first thought about her but ah, my mind, it's a dirty place you see and you will soon know how!!

Anyways. The time for our first session after winter break is about to begin and the whole lot of the class including the smutty guys with those of the disgustful girls have settled on their seats, along with a pen in their hand. Waiting impatiently for our instructor of Year 12/Lower 6th to initiate some fun sessions whereas later conducted those boring theory sessions that nobody was really interested in at all. Everybody wanted fun, everybody wanted that teenage gest of life that is unobserved anywhere else. Half of them mostly spend their whole day on the phone scrolling through chats with random girls and boys, while on the other hand, some study for the sake of their interest in academics and in extracurricular activities. Our school has always been one of the most reputed secondary schools in Leicester, United Kingdom where some made it to the top universities while the rest landed themselves random jobs and later hung out with their friends at bars, pubs, and late-night clubs.

Today, really is a good day for all of us as it seems, except for one guy, yeah, that random guy who has no interest in studies and nor in his life. His name is Felix Holland, we simply refer to him as 'Lix' and honestly this is the least bad he has got in his life from us nerds who bully everybody without looking in the eyes, haha.

 
Like every day, he is sad today and looking in his own notebook, which has no notes but simply some sketches no one wants to look at, actually. Even, I, myself, glanced at them only once in my life and that was last year when his notebook laid open on the desk, and he wasn't present around it, surprisingly. After that day, none of the boys talked to him until date, as everyone including me conclusively believed that he was not a good guy, and had bad intentions that should be left untouched, untamed. This sounds weird but, you will too know the reason someday, right?
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All of my friends already seem bored for the fuckin sake of the shit that is really going on at the moment in here, in our last theory session being conducted by Miss. Lawrence is undoubtedly one of the most dumb-ass mentors we have received this year. I, along with my dudes and dudettes, really wish to step outside the classroom anyhow and there go run towards the playground, to refreshen ourselves with windy air rather than the boring nostalgic voice of this young woman, uhh. Literally, all of us wish for a breakout but we all know that this bitch will not let us step outside for another hour until school ends and we all venture back home.

One of the guys named Aaron Nichols, who is a really good friend of mine and undoubtedly the hottest ex-boyfriend Jemima ever had in her life, (though I admit that her beauty is much more flawless than any of the boys and girls in our class), was talking to me for a while now with cheats that were shitty and swallowed cuss words for our shitty mentor, though, rough I may sound but that's what she deserves for wrecking our teen period of life by her boring pointless talking, baby. Rapidly, both of us were scribbling shit other students were completely unaware, of while also somewhere chit-chatting about, Jemima, his ex, whom I liked too like the rest of the guys but, alas, he hated, which is you know, quite obvious.

As we keep on doing this work for a long time, with the hour bell close about to ring, Miss. Lawrence, surprisingly spots the two of us with her bulging annoyed glance and terrible grin that makes us both look at each other with a grin much wider than hers.

We eventually realize that our game is now over, and that was shit confirmed as soon as she put her first step forward towards us, with her tantrum-like voice ejecting into silence at once. Aaron Nichols and I, myself could not understand what the hell were going to be the options for us now. Terrified we were, and the whole class noticed that with a mirthful face and shiny interest which I especially hated and will always hate. This bitch will always be the biggest problem in my life, I thought and indeed I always knew it.
Everyone was looking at me and Aaron, while we were staring right back at them all instead of Miss. Lawrence who spread her grin wider than ever and matched the intensity of ours. I knew I was finished, fuck finished dude. God, I prayed, "Now please have mercy on me!"

Wanted by the thirst and conquered by the worst was the fuckin propaganda man, I thought in here itself and indeed God really wishes to prove me right, I too believed now.

"Get up, both of you, get up!" Miss. Lawrence shouted at both of us while I was the first one to be eyed by her ugly monstrous eyes in the void. She made me feel sick, sick, ballistic, and of all, embarrassed in front of the whole class and all of the girls whom I still have a crush on. Her unwanted gaze upon me and Nichols lasted for almost a complete minute until both of us reluctantly got up and looked down to avoid the jeering eyes of the girls in our class. I had screwed, I thought and you know what, I knew that I had. This mirthful bitch would hardly care not to open the whole damn thing in front of the class and rupture my already demolished image in the class, while Aaron, fortunate enough, hardly would have to care about this, out of the convincing looks and body he had for the sake of those girls, although when a year younger than me and merely fifteen.

"I don't think, I need to tell you what you have done dear, do I?" She asked with an amusing smile that I swear made me hate her even more, more, more, and goddamn more. Inside, I was affixed with a little nausea and felt like punching her in the face because you know that's what she deserves now for always troubling me the most although there were some other guys too present in the class, including that weird guy... what is his name? Yeah, Felix Holland... ya're right!

Unfortunately and surprisingly, he was her only favorite student from our batch of students while every other person never made it to the list of her so-called sincere student rats. Lix, although never sincere, was always quiet and minded his own life away from everybody else in the class and that was the sole reason why bitchy Miss Lawrence never iterated him with any question or tortured him like the rest of us, especially me. Alas! That is what it is, poor luck.
'Yes, miss.." I uttered with ugly expressions and moved forward towards our mentor as Aaron accompanied me, and stood in front of her. She seemed quite disgusted by the gesture of everything and gave me a slightly wittier look against Aaron. I wanted to push her away with irritation but I had no option but to withstand her boring lecture or punishment now, witnessing myself as a fool in front of the whole class, alas, haha.

"Show me that piece of paper, Aaron!"
Alas, Fuck! I gasped for breath and looked at Aaron with a warning to not let that piece of paper slip into her hand.

While, Aaron, simply bewildered and meddled with disgustful thoughts was lost in the middle of somewhere deciding whom to listen to. He, damn sure, would not tend to care about me, I know it, but God knows what the hell was written for me in the fate now!

"Can't you hear me, Aaron, show me that piece of paper now!!" She repeated loudly with agitation and I again begged him not to. I knew I would suffer my tension the most if this bitch got the idea of the bitching we had done about her, in the middle of a running theory session. I needed help but I was sure that was now miles away and Aaron could not be trusted.

Maybe now I was bound to suffer, I thought but that was when the unexpected happened!