As recess arrives, I slip my tail back on, and add a collar to it. I hadn't even made it out of the band classroom, when Marissa popped up behind me, horrified. 

"Arianna! Take that off right now! Like NOW!" She sounded almost- frantic.

"Why?"

"Dude, do you know how John is in that classroom?"

John. An 8th grader with major depression issues and a dirty mind that I happened to like a bit. 

I nod as she continues. "He is majorly into BDSM. If he sees you in that collar, he will get a boner.."

I choked. "I'm sorry, a what?"

" A boner."

I stared at her, red-faced, as I was about to have a 12 year old explain to me, an almost 14 year old, what BDSM and what a boner was. I was not exposed to such things, and had no knowledge of many intimate and sexual terms. 

She sighed. "Seriously, Arianna? Where have you been, living in a hole?"

I smirked. "Yep."

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I'd left the collar on- And avoided John the whole day. 

The next morning though, proved differently. 

I hadn't worn the collar, but I had worn the tail. And John reacted much differently than I would've thought. 

"Is that a tail you're wearing?" He asked me.

"Ummm... Yeah- Yeah it is."

That night, I received a text from him. 

"I think it's really cool, you wearing a tail."

I thanked him, but not before another text came in. 

"I'm a furry."

I froze. John was a furry? That would make 5 furries in my school...

I didn't respond, but then he texted me one last text. 

"Night, hun."

I smacked myself and screamed, before shoving my face in my pillow.