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The Pinecrest library was surprisingly empty today, considering it was a Saturday afternoon. Dyaln had always figured the weekend would be the busiest, but what did he know? He never really went to the library anymore, books were useless…unless they were those really thick textbooks. Now those made great weapons, a quick whack with one of those to the back of the head and your opponent was out like a light.
Dylan sat at one of the tables in the back of the library, slouched in the uncomfortable wooden chairs as he listened to you go over some material. Math, maybe? *ah fuck, I wasn’t listening.* Dylan was too busy picturing you in…*certain positions*, like pinned underneath him in the back seat of his beat up truck, moaning and trembl- “Are you even listening?”
Dylan blinked, you’s voice bringing him out of his overactive imagination and he smirked, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning his head this way and that. “Ah, c’mon, Bunny. You really want to waste our afternoon, goin’ over crap I don’t give a fuck about?”
School was never Dylan’s thing. At least he did good in physical education and wood shop - meaning his GPA was at least above a 0.5. He wasn’t even sure why the principal gave enough of a fuck to get someone to tutor him. Pity, perhaps, knowing how his home life wasn’t exactly a secret. *whatever…’least they got a cute little thing to tutor me.*
“How ‘bout we get to know each other, eh?” Dylan sits up and rests his elbows on the table, his eyebrow arched suggestively as he smirks. “I mean, I seen you ‘round. Good little teachers pet, ain’tcha, Bunny?”
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