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Nathan wakes up after his deep slumber. He sighs with the realisation that he has school today. Well, he loves school but only for one class and teacher, Mr Jefferson. Jefferson has been teaching for only a while but he is a famous photographer and artist, so lot's of students tend to admire him. His thighs expand as they press against the fabric of his bed, jiggling like jelly as he weakly stands up, barely keeping his eyes wide awake. Nathan walks hesitant over to his expensive wardrobe, he is a Prescott after all and Prescotts basically own Arcadia bay. He slides open the wardrobe picking out his white collar shirt, black jeans and his favourite orange jacket. Then, he grins with a slight chuckle as he picks out the pair of underwear he stole from Mr Jefferson two weeks ago. He has never washed his hands since and has wore them every single day.

Slipping his clothes onto his body, he glances over to the corner of his room, a short wooden chest sitting there. He walks over and pushes the lid upwards, opening the chest and admiring all of his Mr Jefferson merch that he collected himself. Some people would call it a shrine, but it's nothing creepy like that, just a few of Mark's belongings that he happened to leave behind. The chest was practically empty, all that lay inside was an old blue toothbrush, some broken glasses, a bottle of some sort of liquid and a single pubic hair, along with photos of Mark Jefferson scattered across the bottom. Nathan plants a small kiss on one of the many Jefferson pictures in the chest, before placing it back down very carefully, and locking the chest shut. If anything were to happen to ANY of his collectibles well... let's just say... he'd DEFINITELY be locked up for life. He picks himself up off the ground from where he'd previously been crouching, and grabs his phone, keys along with a few other necessities before gently turning the handle on his door and leaving, locking it behind him of course.

* Time Skip *

Nathan takes small deep breathes as he stands outside of the school entrance, unsure what he will face today at Blackwell Academy. Will Mr Jefferson take notice of him today? He slowly takes his steps up the school stairs and pulls the front door open, leading him into the building. The hot air instantly feeling cosy against his body, a major difference from the cold outside, he sighed. He was never a massive fan of school, people always telling him to do this do that and get mad when he did something slightly wrong. That was you see, until he met Mr Jefferson. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

Just as he thought he was close to getting to see Mr Jefferson and his muscular sexy manly perfect body and flawless little chin hairs — somebody stopped him from his tracks and that someone was his best friend, Warren Graham. Well, sorta best friend. To be honest, Nathan wasn't too sure why they were close nor cared to remember. I guess he could just be cold blooded, he felt numb to everything — except Jefferson. The main 3 things he can say about Warren is that he is a science geek, doesn't stop talking and that he is gay.

Nathan had been stuck in his own thoughts for so long that he didn't realise Warren had been waving his hands over his face. Warren awkwardly laughs "Are you going to wake up yet? You look like a zombie."

"Sorry" he mumbled out, clearly uninterested in the conversation, if you can even call it that. "You seem a little out of it today, you feelin' okay?" Warren asked. Nathan was tempted not to reply and just walk away, why waste his time talking to Warren when he could be talking to Mr Jefferson instead? So he did.

"Hey! Where are you going!?" Nathan heard from Warren, as he quickly started to speed up. "Was it something I sai-" He got cut off. Nathan turned around at the sudden silence to see that Ms Grant, the science teacher, was now talking to Warren instead. He silently thanked her for distracting the boy who wouldn't shut the fuck up if his life depended on it, and continued speed walking to the end of the hall.

Approaching the art classroom, Nathan peaked his head around the door and observing the room. None of his classmates were there, despite it being quite close to the bell. Nathan didn't care about their names or who they were at all, in fact if you asked him he probably couldn't answer, all that was on his mind was Mark Jefferson, Stood at the very back corner of the room printing something out.

He finally took the confidence and decided to enter into the classroom. He walked with slight nervousness and excitement he couldn't contain, sweat running down his neck and through his palms. He coughed, letting Mr Jefferson know he was there "Oh- Prescott, you're here early. Take a seat." Jefferson spoke. Nathan looked straight into his eyes as those words left his mouth, he could feel his heart pounding inside his chest — as if it was about to jump out any second. Getting back to his senses, he swiftly moved over to his desk and sat his smooth butt down on his chair, leaning back. He grinned, thinking about all the things that could possibly happen. Naughty, Naughty thoughts you could say.

After a few long minutes, the class started to pack with more and more people. He was begging for the class to just start already so that he could listen to Jeffersons raspy, serious and deep voice. He sometimes likes to keep his phone hidden under his desk, recording his lessons so he could listen to them over and over again later. He just doesn't want to get caught so he tries not to do it so often.

Nathan suddenly heard the sounds of Mark Jefferson's footsteps and the feeling that he was about to start the lesson and that was just what Mr Jefferson was doing "Everyone, listen up. I assigned you homework a few weeks ago that was due today. These should be finished, no excuses as i gave you all of the time you needed. For people that don't know what i am talking about, yes i am looking at you, Taylor." the girl rolled her eyes as she was called out on, while Mr Jefferson just let out a chuckle and continued "You were supposed to create your own original piece of artwork about something you were really passionate about. Some people gave me this early, Victoria, Kate, Max and Nathan, exceptional students. The rest will hand me them today, If not you will be automatically failed. Is that understood?" The class nodded with slight sighs that could be heard by some who seemed bored already. While Nathan? He couldn't keep his eyes and ears off of him.

There was a pause of silence before Mr Jefferson opened his mouth to speak again, "Before we start our lesson today... Nathan, Victoria, I need you both to stay behind today, no need to fear, only good things, you're not in trouble" he chuckles. Classic teacher joke.. "Can't sir, have places to be." Victoria replies in her usual sassy tone. Mr Jefferson looks at her, arching an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms. "And where might that be, Ms Chase?" he questions smugly, while Victoria, clearly not expecting him to pry, answered almost timidly."....Dentist appointment, Sir.." Her attempt at being all mysterious embarrassingly failing, causing a few students to chuckle while she puts a palm to her face. Jefferson smirks and shifts his tall, slender body off of the table which he leaned on, starting to walk over to his desk. "Alright, just you then Nathan." which sent shivers all throughout Nathan's body, a light blush covering his cheeks.

Hearing Mr Jefferson speak was enough to drive Nathan wild, but hearing him say his name? That just pushed him over the edge. It was pointless trying to get Nathan to pay any attention to the lesson now, not after what he had just heard. "He wants to keep me after class..?" repeating over and over in his head for god knows how long, a minute? ten? twenty? all sorts of thoughts painted Nathan's mind, some far too explicit that even he would be way too embarrassed to ever say out loud. Suddenly, his desires were interrupted by a loud ringing throughout the whole room, causing him to jump slightly and hoping no one else saw. It was the school bell, meaning that he had spent the whole lesson fantasising about Jefferson.. again... Meaning that the lesson was over.. Meaning that now, it would be just him and Mr Jefferson, all alone together.

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Nathan stood up from his warm sweaty chair after sitting on it for so long, waiting for this moment to arrive. He could feel his heart in his neck pulsing faster than it ever has before. It was a magical feeling knowing he was about to stand in front of the love of his life. Everybody had left the classroom now, including Victoria. It felt that his entire life had been leading up to this moment. He could swear the air was getting hotter and hotter by the second or was that just his massive bulge..?

The click clack of his shoes could be heard, echoing through the classroom. He was getting closer to the one and only, Mark fucking Jefferson. Mr Jefferson dropped his tall stack of papers onto the desk, letting out a loud slam startling Nathan back to his senses. The slender thick figure standing upon him coughed before speaking "Prescott, don't be shy. I don't bite. Come on over." he snickered. "Ohmyfuckinggod" he accidentally slipped out in a low mumble, praying to every single god that ever existed, that Mark Jefferspn didnt just hear him say taht. "Something the matter young Prescott?"
Nathan half gasps half moans, breath hitching in his dry throat. He stutters the words "u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-uh of course not, daddy- i mean, sir."
Jefferson's lips twitch at the sides, forming into a sly smirk 😏. He cackled under his breath.
"You seem a little distracted by something Nathan, perhaps we should have this conversation at another time." 'NONONO'
After hearing those words, Nathan pissed, legs shaking and with his face painted blood red.

Jefferson widened his eyes at the sight he had just watched. He shook his head "My, my, my. Goodness, i've heard people have a crush on me but never has it gotten to this extent." He slowly walked towards Nathan, kneeling down on the floor. He started to unbutton Nathan's Jeans. Nathan, yet again let out another gasp. Mr let out a loud giggle "No, No. Don't worry. I am just changing those jeans of yours." He pulls the wet moist piss fabric down his pale skin. Jefferson gulped seeing what was in front of him "Is that my...underwear?"

The air slowly started to smell more and more of piss with a mix of nervous farts thanks to Nathan. 'I can't believe I just peed my pants 🩲 infront of MARK JEFFERSON.' Nathan's thoughts were going crazy, so lost in them that he was pulled away from reality, not realising Jefferson had asked him something.
"Well, are you going to answer me?" he said, slowly rising up from his knelt position. Nathan got more and more visibly nervous, frozen.
"U-uh.... I?"
Jefferson plants his face in his palm, sighing.
"JUST.... Put your jeans back on and get to your next class already, I believe Ive kept you... Long enough now..."
Nathan scrambled to grab his clothing, moist cloth moving against him uncomfortably. He's never experienced something so embarrassing in his whole life. Jefferson's voice pierced through the awkward silence.
"In-fact Nathan. You can just go home today, I'll go tell the office." He said monotonous.
Nathan nodded his head trying desperately to pull on his jeans, which were (VERY) annoyingly not cooperating with his pee stained skin, when suddenly the door swung open.

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Nathan's head was facing the door now, his cheeks were shaded a perfect pink, JUST like his ass-hole. He was more than nervous, "Who could that be??!¿ I'VE JUST FUCKING PISSED MYSELF noooooo" ('༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ') Nathan was about to be put into cardiac arrest if his heart didn't stop pounding. Not only was he in a room alone with Mr Jefferson, he had somehow managed to piss himself WHILST wearing his special underwear, and of course he just had to see...
and to really put the cherry on top, Vanessa Chase-or wait...was her name Veronica? Uh...The blonde sassy dyke just HAD TO walk in this very fudging moment.

You could tell it was her. The way her shoes tapped the floor so perfectly and perfect face her perfect everything her chanellouisvoutonguciiiwjatthefuckever outfit...let's say, Nathan hated this botched bitch lesbian's guts ಠ_ಠ Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask Mr Jefferson a question, she forced her mouth shut. (as it should always be!) her face dropped to the floor noticing the green stinky shiny piss. She took a massive gulp before holding her nose, she could smell his stinky ass farts.

"Oh MY TITS! What the fuck?" she said looking at her Teacher and Nathan with fear & utter confusion in her *stoned* eyes. How couldn't she be confused!?!¿?? Nathan was covered in his own piss and some white stuff that she couldn't even name. It looked like he had been dunked into all sorts of liquids. Jefferson stood up sexily and walked over to Victoria "I am sorry you had to cum-come at such an ... inappropriate time. Your classmate just had an incident, nothing out of the ordinary" he awkwardly chuckled trying to hide his pure embarrassment.

As Jefferson began to close the distance between him and Victoria, each step faster than the last, the dyke just became more and more ... distraught? scared? horny? stoned? Her jaw looked like it could come loose from its hinges any second now and drop to the floor.

All Nathan could do was awkwardly stand there, I mean what was he meant to do really? Hunched over his drenched and now yellow stained clothes, huddling them close meanwhile being surrounded by a slowly growing puddle of his own (thankfully) piss. Yeah there's not a lot you can do to save yourself from that situation. But don't be mistaken, It's not Vanchesca or whateverthefuck her name is that he's worried about, It was Mark Jefferson - Nathan's idol, his love, his LIFE, that he was worried for. Though for a moment there, Nathan could've sworn that Jefferson was... kinda into it? Nathan could see how Mark's pants were starting to lose room around his bulge area, seeming uncomfortably tight as it grew in size.

The sly smirk that he usually wore on his lips had a different feeling and look to it. Everything was fine until he realised exactly what pair of underwear he was wearing.... God damn it all... If only he'd worn a less identifiable pair of his underwear... (Nathan had 9 different pairs of Jefferson's underwear, along with a few scrap pieces of pairs that Nathan managed to cut from his underwear while Jefferson's attention was averted)

"NOOOoo!" a loud screech almost broke Nathan's ear drums, a pain instantly shocking to his head. "DON'T! Touchh mee Mark! DON'T Y-YOUUU FUCKIN DARE!" Victoria slurred out whilst waving her hands around in the air as if she were casting some sort of protection spell upon herself. Jefferson could be seen backing away slightly, to be fully honest Nathan hadn't been paying attention but judging by the scene unfolding in front of him, whatever Jefferson did definitely didn't help.

"Miss chase if you could please just calm down, I can assure you, you're totally misreading the situation!" Mr Jefferson - that damn sexy beast, said. Jefferson slowly swayed his body as if he were listening to music before crossing his legs and leaning against his TV stand awesomely, Nathan wondered if he ever listened to whale noises like him. If they would ever get a chance to not only sleep - but wake up together... He can just picture it now.

The warm, orange and yellow rays of sun broke through the gaps of Nathan's blackout curtains, landing on his bed and scattered across his room. Bending across the walls as various animals warped it, or the wind in the trees. Normally he hated when his room was light like this, Nathan much preferred his room to be a gloomy, dark and depressing mess, with all black furniture and furnishing, but the way the sun carefully tinged Mark Jefferson's face, he couldn't bring himself to shut the curtains further. In fact he wished he could break down the entire damn wall (technically he can I mean he owns the fuckin' building?) just to see what Jefferson's whole body would look like, basking in the suns heat and colours, but he wouldn't risk waking him up.

The calming sounds of whale calls - his favourite, rang throughout his whole room, bouncing off every wall. The air polluted with alcohol and various types of expensive colognes.

God, Nathan hoped he could lay here forever. Examining every feature of Mark's face as he slept peacefully (and somehow sexily) next to him, their legs intertwined in a DNA shaped swirl, sharing their body warmth with each other despite being layered under multiple of Nathan's blankets and duvet. Mark looked good like this, his hair messy yet still perfectly placed, lips slightly parted allowing his disgusting ass breath to be released like gas into the air, how his nose was slightly deformed from his glasses (nerd) - which were now vacant from his beautiful, handsome face.

Without thinking, Nathan extended his arm, touching his fingers lightly to Jefferson's plump and red cheeks. He rested his hand further, it was like his hands were made to caress Jefferson's face, they were a perfect fit.

"Oh baby... You look so gorgeous when you're sleeping." Nathan sighed, slightly spitting as he spoke. Yeah he was that kinda person that spat while speaking.

"Bold of you to assume I'm in a slumber, young Prescott~" A familiar voice hummed, catching Nathan off guard. Mark's voice was husky and fuck- So damn hot in the morning!

Jefferson half growled half giggled under his hot, dog shit stinky breath. "I guess you weren't expecting that... Huh~". He said, edging closer and closer to Nathan's skinny and pale body, covered in hickeys thanks to Jefferson, his lover.

Brown met blue as their eyes connected, it was so romantic, they couldn't take their eyes off each other. "I know you probably think this is super romantic and that you can't take your eyes off me but, I can't see without my glasses" Shit. Right.

Nathan reached down, sliding an arm into his underwear (though it was Jefferson's pair) and brought out a pair of thick glasses with a black rim carefully molded to the glass. He slid them onto Jefferson's face, the smell of ass laced around the glasses. "Much better, now I can see your beautiful face."

Nathan cupped his clammy hands to Jefferson's face once more as they leaned into eachother, ready for a kiss. The sound of their bodies moving against the sheets could be heard as they closed the space between them. Their lips almost touching, Jefferson moved closer to finally kiss him and-

*CRASH*

Nathan was back in the art classroom and... Instead of Jefferson's face, all he was kissing was....? HIS OWN PISS FILLED JEANS? WHAT THE FUCK I- I- NOOOOOOOOOO. He whipped his head around so fast, searching for Jefferson. When he finally saw him he was lying on the floor infront of Valentina as the TV rolled across the classroom on its wheeled stand. "GET AWAY FROM ME WITH YOUR PISSYYYYYYYY HANDS MARKY!" Had he fallen over? What the hell happened!!!! HE NEEDED TO SAVE HIM!!!!

"Oh wait, hold that pose!" Valeria said, stumbling over herself and winking before a flash appeared from her phone along with a really fucking annoying click sound. "Dinnae worry Mark, I'll put a vintage filter on it." Did she just?- Yeah she did. She took a fucking picture.. Is she high or sumth? Screw what Nathan fuckin' said earlier, I guess he does have to be worried about Violet after all...

Nathan stood up, arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked PISSED (no pun intended) he couldn't stand that dyke any longer, that was it. He had a plan and that was to kill that bitch.

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Nathan arises from his traumatic, cursed, somewhat of a nights sleep remembering the past events of yesterday's tragedy, breaking his achy heart. He couldn't help but stay awake all night haunted by every single detail. That STUPID fucking trashy boob faced dyke. If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have ended like this ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘

His plans for today were nothing but sinister. What did i say? Cold FUCKING blooded. Everything has changed ever since he met his senpai, Mr Jefferson. He couldn't let Victor (DYKE) get between them. Mr Jefferson was the only person in this world who could make him feel something. Strong desire. Nathan was addicted, not just to drugs but Mark Jefferson. Mark was similar to a drug. That bitch could never understand. She could never appreciate him the way Nathan does. Nathan mumbled "He belongs to me...alone." Valarie has taught him a new emotion, RAGE. PURE RAGING. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to hurt her...he wanted to KILL HER!!!

"Nothing else matters, No one else matters, Mr Jefferson will be mine!"

He was in a cold sweat, clothes soaked and sticking to him yet again, his heart going crazy and his breathing manic, exactly like the horrifying events that had occurred not even twenty-four hours ago. But this time it wasn't because he had pissed himself, he was 78% sure of that... (not 100% because he has severe bladder and bowel problems due to his meds). It was because there was only one thing on his mind - which for once, wasn't Mr Jefferson... It was murder... 💪🏻🖤（≧∇≦）

In an almost neck snapping turn he scrambled out of his wet and slightly stinky bed, taking the sheets with him before shaking them off of his leg in annoyance.

Nathan didn't care anymore, it was like he was a totally different person. He snuck a glance at his meds, glaring at them like the small translucent orange bottle would somehow suddenly sprout arms and legs and start attacking him. No big daddy, I won't take your pills, flashed in his mind for a fraction of a second, before tossing them in the trash carelessly. He had other things to do.

He threw open his wardrobe doors in a rage, almost taking them off the hinges and instead of grabbing his signature red (now slightly faded) varsity jacket along with his white cardigan, he chose something different for a change. A black leather biker jacket and plain white t-shirt hung loosely over his right arm as he dug around for a pair of black jeans. He is a different man today and after all, if he's going to commit a murder then he may as well do it Danny Zuko style right?

He farted at the sight of himself, one of those warm and short ones which slightly burn the rim of your anus as they squeeze out. He looked perfect. The only thing left to do was take a fuckin' massive scoop of hair product and gel his hair back to the point where it could be mistaken as wet. One last straighten out of his jacket and a couple poses to check himself out and he was out the door in a flash. He didn't even bother locking it.

Just as Nathan was about to head out of the dorms, he felt a hand grope him. Nathan quickly turned around. Oh great, it's of course, Warren Gayram. Cheeky of him "Hey!" Warren suddenly looked Nathan's body up and down...up and down...up and down. Nathan raised an eyebrow. Warren gasped, holding a hand over his mouth. He was too stunned to speak.

"I-i-i...Woah. Dude!" Nathan rolled his eyes "Stop staring at me, brah!" Warren gulped "Not going to lie, I was starting to think your old clothes were glued to your body, brah! I've never seen you without them - NOT THAT YOU DON'T LOOK GOOD WITHOUT THEM, I MEAN YOU LOOK GREAT - I MEAN, I'D PREFER YOU WITH NOTHING - HAHAHA...I MEAN- WHAT? SORRY, BRAH, I DON't EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M HELLA SAYING HAHAaaaaa...what i meant to say is, you look great. I mean, fantastic. I MEAN...you look okay, no homo though or anything. duh." wet drool was falling from his face, covering the floor, just like a puppy. Nathan couldn't believe this, he had no time. He couldn't be bothered dealing with this shit no more. Oh well, whatever, nevermind. He stomped his FOOT right on the ground "Get the fuck away from me, faggot."

If Nathan was paying any sort of attention to Warren and gave anything close to a fuck, he probably would've noticed the look of sadness that took over his face. He probably would've noticed how it morphed into a concerned expression, and he probably would've noticed the hand, the one which wasn't currently resting on his shoulder, slowly drifting towards him. But he didn't.

Perhaps past Nathan would've given more of a shit about his friends. He was already a very insensitive person and definitely wasn't afraid to speak his mind, but maybe - just maybe, he would've known that even this was a step too far. But past Nathan no longer existed. He was gone. Ever since Mark- Mr Jefferson had entered his life, something in Nathan changed. It was like someone had flicked a switch inside of him, and that someone was the one and only Mark Jefferson.

Sure Nathan was failing most of his classes, whatever, but he wasn't stupid, and he certainly wasn't oblivious to Warren's obvious faggy crush on him. It was almost as bad as when he was drooling over that hippie Caulfield whore. That was, until he found out she was a massive dyke and was secretly banging that other blue-haired cunt. Kari Price or something like that. He vaguely remembered telling Warren to move on or some dumb shit, but he definitely didn't remember implying that he should go for him instead...

He quickly slapped Warren's arm away, maybe even a little harder than he'd intended to, with a yelp coming from Warren. Stop getting fucking distracted Nathan. You're the boss bro... Come on was the last thing to cross Nathan's mind before storming off, his legs pushing like he was climbing fuckin' mount everest.

He didn't look back, not even once. In fact the thought never even came to mind. His eyes lay still and fiery on the door which would lead him out of the dorms, he felt like his eyes may have even been glowing red with the amount of anticipation he was currently feeling.

He flung himself at the door, his body slamming hard against it before the pressure was released and he was stumbling out of the dormitory building and down the very few steps. He was thankful Warren hadn't decided to follow him. Good he thought. Maybe now he'll finally take a hint and get off of my fuckin' ass.

He finally made his way to that fucking shit-hole, the gateway to hell. The school entrance. Another shitty day. Like a giant he loudly stomped up the stairs. He opened the door slamming it shut as soon as he got in, alerting all of his peers heads towards him "Just get off me, brah!" He yelled with a strong bad boy tempter. The change of style was really doing it for him. They all quickly diverted their directions to before, acting like nothing happened. Now just gotta find that dyke...Victoria Chase...NOOOOO Vanessa Hudgens??

Nathan started to storm his way through the shitty hallway's, looking for Varvara and her preppy lesbian clique. He had to do this FUCKING fast. After a few minutes, felt like hours or maybe that's just exaggerating, he found that botched looking ass bitch. She was standing drinking from a water fountain with her perfect ass in the air for everybody to see. Her friends seemed to be with some Jock's. Guess they're hetero. Normal. I think their name's are Zachary and Logan? NO...why should he care? He GRABBED her entire body with his own bare moist hands. She yelped.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" she yelled as Nathan swivelled her round to face him, water droplets now dripping from her chin.

As they locked stare, there was a hint of relief shining in her gorgeous glossy dark blue eyes once she'd realised it was only Nathan, which left all too soon as she realised the state he was in.

Victoria had seen him at his very worst, she had seen many sides to Nathan which he'd never show to anyone else. Ever. But this.. this was different. There was snot running down the end of his nose and his lips twitched, along with his eyebrows and his eyes and his- his everything. His whole face was uncontrollably twerking as his teeth were grinding together. Victoria was scared they'd turn to powder if he gnawed any harder. His soggy hands were clamped tight against her dainty wrists, fearing they might snap. He kept her arms pinned close to her small tits and he'd trapped her against the countertop. It was impossible for her to move.

This was exactly how Nathan had wanted her. The rage he had felt before, the pure fucking fury that was flowing through his veins was even more intense than it ever had been previously. She looked terrified, almost like she knew what was coming next, but still made no move to call for help. She just stood there eyes locked with his as she breathed short, quick and horribly stinky breaths. (Has anyone at this school heard of a FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH?)

He shot a glance around the room, barely breaking the eye contact held between them as he looked back at her again. He was going to kill this mother clucking selfie taking whore, this dyke. He was really going to do it. Apparently nobody gave a shit about their little 'leader', since they were all too distracted mouth-fucking their partners, with the occasional dry hump. Hella good.

Suddenly his hands opened and moved to just under her chin in a hurry and he clasped his seriously disgusting hands back around her neck, digging his nails which had poo stuck under them into her skin, breaking it and letting the blood flow.

Her eyes widened and she finally realised what was happening as her face was turning a particular dark shade of red. She looked like a tomato. A bright red fugly fucking lesbian plastic dyke IDIOT TOMATO!!!! Images of tomatoes flooded Nathan's mind, only filling him further with frustration, killing her faster. He fuckin' HATED TOMATOES.

Her maroon coloured nails started to claw at his wrists as she desperately tried to pull him off. He smirked and flashed his yellow, sharp teeth at her, leaning down and licking the blood from her neck. It tasted like low-key shit. When he came back up to look at her one last time, she was crying. Pathetic bitch. "This is what you get for trying to get with MY MAN, YOU FUCKER!!" he spat in her face. This was too much, it was taking way too fucking long, and the only thing Nathan liked long was his dicks.

There was a loud crack and her body suddenly went limp. He'd snapped her fucking neck.

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*A week or so after...*

Sleep. What the fuck even is that? Nathan had been in his dorm room for what felt like a decade. The dry saliva was uncomfortably lingering on the top of his tongue, cold sweat dripping on his wrinkly forehead with black eyebags that looked like he had been fisted in the face. It felt like there was a time skip and he had aged 50 years. Nathan just thought to himself pssh, botox can fix this...I FUCKING OWN THIS PLACE.

Nathan couldn't help but just stare in admiration at who he had just murdered brutally...funny thing is, for once he could actually remember her fucking name.

"Oh, Victoria Maribeth Chase." he was honestly quite mesmerised by her dead grey zombie looking old body. Fucking relived it doesn't look like a fresh tomato anymore. She looked like fucking dirty mould though. He had been clicking the camera taking photos for so fucking long...Victoria looks so much better like this he thought.

He quickly glances over to his furryhub SPECIAL edition calender  and realises it's the 23rd of fucking December meaning it's a day before Christmas Eve, meaning a chritsmas party is later on in the day (I don't fucking know! It's a tradition. What the fuck ever).

FUCKYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA he can see Mr Jefferson. Maybe mark will appreciate the photo's he has captured... And the special christmas meal he has planeed.... 😈

Nathan's thin and crispy lips twisted into a grin like the Grinch as he was about to steal christmas! Prescott fuckin' HATESSSS CHRISTMAS (BC OF HIS PHOBIA OF TREES). Little flakes of his lips fell off as his heavy asthma breath hit them. People will thank him, praise him and LOVE HIM - JUST LIKE JESUS - when they see his special turkey surprise... God he really hopes Mark will like it ❤️

Unfortunately for him though, his 'turkey' is currently lying on his floor, fully clothed in gucci and lowe vitton and chanel and gucci. And not to mention - oh God... - the STENCH.. Nathan has never smelt anything so fucking god awful disgusting it smells like his fucking underwear mixed with his breathe and a sewage pipe (used by him). The scent burned his nostrils all the way through to his lungs 🫁 just like weeed. He thinks maybe some of his nose hairs are falling out from the odour.

"OKAY... FUCK" Nathan moaned, prancing around his room, sweaty bastard. He has had enough. Plenty of pictures, crying, nose hairs falling out and pissing later.... OPERATION TURKEY TIME - COMMENCE!

If you have not figured it out yet... His special 'turkey' was actually not a turkey at all. It was, in fact, Victoria Maribeth FUCKING Chase.

Nathan benned over, his little ass cheeks wobbling side to side from the heavy wind in his dorm (he broke the window trying to get Victoria in his room, heavy bitch). "You want to go on a little walk, Sweetheart?" Nathan whispers into her yellow ear that was falling off, though there really was no point since she was HELLA 💀 DEAD. 🤣.

"Okay shitbird, time to go" He SNATCHED her wrist and started to haul her ass up over his shoulder. GOD she smells like fucking... FUCKING....— PRAWN COCKTAIL CRISPS NOOOOOOOOOOಠ_ಠ . It was Nathan's least fav crisps EVER. EVER. IT BRINGS BACK HIS TRAUMA... Anyways, he realises she's lighter than last time which is unusual because she was TERRIBLY FUCKING HEAVY LAST TIME... Nathan is confused, flabbergasted, bamboozled... until that was when he saw it. SHIT- ALLLLL OVER HIS FLOOR. FUCKING VICTORIA PUSSY BITCHBETH CHASE HAS SHAT HERSELF ALL OVER HIS FLOOR. *GROWLS*

BROWN IS ALL NATHAN CAN SEE... And smell. FUCK HE IS CHOKING. Oh nvm.
An idea STRIKES his head ^_^ I can use this as barbecue sauce!!! :3 Yes. He scoops up the poopies in his hands (incredibly difficult as it is like water!) and grabs a backpack - yes this will do.

Once he has a bag full of literal shit, Victoria Marislut Chase's poopy corpse over his shoulder, dick in his pants and vibrator in his shoe (left shoe)... He is ready to go. OFF TO THE KITCHEN. To cut her the FUCK up... 🦃 Turkey!!

his hands are dripping with sweat as he reaches for the dangling door knob, not because he was nervous, but because he actually took 6 viagras before this and the recommended intake is only 1, but he was a curios young lad. You could hear all of his bones cracking from the pressuring weight on his shoulders and back, it hurt mommy. But he has to be quick or else the poo from the bag will leap through and also.... Viktor could shit herself again, and Nathan doesn't want that, not right now anyway.... that go him thinking... what if Mr Jefferson shat on him?? hmm.....

His back was warm, yet his tummy and thighs were chilly. The silky smooth sand warped around Nathan's spinal regions, and the wind carried it over his body and into his creamy brown asshole.

Above him, Mr Jefferson- no, Mark stood dangerous and frisky, the sunset horizon behind him shone around his perfectly sculpted muscles and hairs and bulges. It made him look like a God. 'Fuck what Ariana Grande said' Nathan thought, 'I always knew God was a man, and that man is Mark Jefferson'.

Nathan and Mark were isolated on a beach down in sunny California, the sun was setting and the wind was falling. The water too was edging closer and closer to them, like a distant dream that would be there all too soon, but it was not that time yet.

Mark was bulging in two different places... His front and his bottom... The smell of purely made shit threatened it's way into Nathan's immune system, and with a quick inhale, he let the virus of Mark Jefferson's toxic waste infect him.

God it feels good. IT BURNS.

Mark slowly descended further into the sand, kneeling over Nathan's sticky and glittery body (he put glitter on himself to be like Ewdwadd Cullen, Mark thought it was kawaii). His legs were now straddling either side of Nathan's frail little abdomen, and as he pushed further to sit on his mini cock, the more the poop squished against his hairy balls and ass. The only thing separating them was mere pieces of cloth, which he didn't know why were still on.

Nathan took a shaky inhale through his gaping nostrils, and instead of air coming back out, it was the sweet precious words; "Shit on me Mark..."

Jefferson wanted to do nothing else other than release his steamy shit onto his little baby boy's chest... But unfortunately, he never used his 'True Name'.

"Call me by my true name, and perhaps I'll ponder the idea."

"Daddy. Please Shit on me"

Jefferson burped and smirked, followed by a wink, some of his eyelashes fell out and landed on Nathan's ugly little porcelain skin. HE HAS IDEA.

Jefferson steadily paced himself, lowering himself down closer and closer to Nathan's belly button where the singular eyelash had landed. He took a glance up to meet Nathan's eyes, and blue met brown as their eyes connected.

Quickly, Jefferson poked his all white tongue out, and pressed it onto the eyelash like an Octopus.

The wetness of Mark's tongue could be felt on the nape of Nathan's third nipple next to his outtie belly button, but that wasn't the only wetness he could feel...

The sea, it had finally caught up with them, the dreams that the waves carried had touched his hand, and contaminated all the available skin to touch. And— wait. The wetness wasn't at his hand OR his third nipple anymore... It was AT HIS

LITTLE PENIS! "OH FUCK!!!!".

Nathan looked down to see his light blue denim wash jeans had turned a darker shade of blue. They were fucking soaked with piss.

There he stood in the middle of the courtyard, Vranchessa on his left shoulder, and now leaking bag of literal shit hanging from his hands. He was hunched over from the ever-increasing weight of Varabell Chalk, and his jeans were STREAMING with red and yellow piss.

He didn't even know how he got out here, he didn't remember leaving the dorms or even locking his door. Hell he didn't even remember opening The door!

"NOT AGAIN!!!! FUCKKKKK BRAH" ಠ_ಠ Slight delay to the plans then... Gotta go change first. Nathan did a 179° turn and stormed straight back to where he presumed he had came from, he threw open the dormitory door and kicked over the trash can JUST BECAUSE HE CAN AND HE IS FUCKING angry. He knocked on his door and said "THIS IS MY FUCKING DORM!!!" AND ripped off the door knobs he broke down crying "what am i gonna do my dorm door is fucking broken like me again" and a strange figure approach him they put a hand on his shoulder and say "follow me honey" he is rescued and brought into someone else dorm.

He looks up after sobbing uncontrollably, snot running from his humongous ears. WARREN. THAT FUCKING BASTARD KIDNAPPED ME. "listen here you little tsundere. LET ME OUT NOW!" Nathan SPAT at his shoes and then kicked off the saliva.

Warren stood up from where he sat at his desk and threw his arms up defensively "Woah dude! The door's unlocked..." he glanced to various objects around the room as he spoke, awkward guy, what the fuck is he doing eh?. "You're totally free to leave whenever you dig dude EL OH EL! sorry I don't know why I just said lol out loud."

Wait. Nathan wasn't kidnapped??? The door is OPEN? LIIYING PIG! He took a 178° turn to face the tall dark wooden door, and placed his green hands on the cold and shiny metallic door knob. It twisted and sure enough- opened...

A hand grabbed his shoulder, the one that didn't have a dead body thrown over it. Warren lightly tugged at Nathan to turn him around. Nathan's eyes widened, and a wash of pink dusted his cheeks as he realised the distance between the two of them— or rather, the lack of distance.

They were close. Too close. Warren's breath bounced against Nathan's top crispy lip, and Nathan's visibly brown breath did the same. He could see Warren's eyes roll to the back of his ugly head as the smell hit him, and he backed away a whole meter.

"Is she okay?"

Huh? Who? MY PRONOUNS ARE NOT HERSHY.

"T-the girl- VICTORIA I mean." Warren's arm instinctively went behind his head to rub at the back of his neck, he did that alot when he was nervous or just generally being an awkward little twerp. It annoyed Nathan to fucking pieces.

"She's just takin' a fuckin' shaka 🤙 nap brah!! Proper zonked, Kay?" He swivelled around for the umpteenth time and walked out of Warren's damp dorm room.

"WAIT! Do you not need a change of clothes?? I-I'd be happy to change your jeans- I MEAN - GIVE YOU A CHANGE OF JE-"

*SLAMMMM* 'Absolute plonker, just trying to get me out of my fucking pants brah..'

Nathaniel gave up on changing his jeans, they were practically dry now anyway, if the crust was any telling of that. Also, one glance at his dorm door would tell him that he was not getting in there any time soon, at-least not without yet another fight against his window.

"Let's try this again... Huh sweetheart? Waddya think?"

BEWARE FOR PART 2 CUMMING SOON. x
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Chapter Text

Today is an exhilarating day for Nathan.

A day he has been eagerly anticipating within these confined, damp and mouldy walls, where the musty scent of decay hangs heavy in the air like a foul blanket. Each creek of the decaying floorboards beneath his feet echoes through the room, accompanied by the occasional scuttle of unseen pests skittering across the floor. Despite the grim surroundings (as if he cares!) Nathan's excitement bubbles within him.

He never imagined it would become a reality so soon.

He was out of control, slimy sweat slithering down his quivering form, and pacing back and forth in a frenzy. His footsteps leaving clammy imprints on the floor, on the brink of unraveling at the seems. He couldn't stop thinking about what was to unfold. Frantically trying to keep himself together, he clutches at his greasy and unwashed hair.  He felt utterly unprepared, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanour- Nathan is ALWAYS prepared (LIES) but today the facade crumbles like plaster, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath.

  The flashback starts...I'm standing there, In the balcony in summer air  

- WHAT HAPPENED ON THE 23RD OF DECEMBER -

  After what felt like years of hard labour - preparing, stuffing, cutting and cooking his special 'Victoria Maribeth Chase Christmas Turkey' — Nathan had finally completed his mighty task. It wasn't easy... It was hard (in more ways than one 😳🍆 ).

For starters, Victoria was giving Nathan a MASSIVE FATTY ALERT! God, he heavily underestimated just how difficult it would be to try and stuff her mouldy, rotting body into that oven — and don't even talk about the struggle it took him to even GET INTO THIS GODDAMNED KITCHEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. "These lunch ladies act like they're keeping the fucking crown jewels in here brah!" Nathan weezed during his prolonged attempts at breaking into the kitchen,  treating it like a motherfucking bank vault owned by the Italian mafia.

But whatever... Nathan doesn't want to dwell on that right now; he has a revelation to focus on.

Nathan Prescott is sitting in his dorm room (bit of a faint breeze stirring through the yet to be fixed window and door). He's propped himself against his bed headboard in his dark and damp chamber, dressed in his Sanrio Cinnamaroll Special Collection pyjamas which were originally a fluffy white; but now are mysteriously stained yellow. Atop his lap sits his pretty pink secret diary - 'DORK DIARIES EDITION' - as he reads his newest entry, written in his own 'special' ink.

Nathan, feeling too lethargic decides he can't be bothered reading about his cooking endeavours - so he sticks his fully white tongue, dotted with painful ulcers, and with a grimace, licks the tip of his dirt-ridden finger, coated in grime and unidentifiable stains. His brown saliva, tinged with the remnants of his last meal, it oozes as he flips it over to the next page of his 'DORK DIARIES EDITION' secret diary, leaving a greasy trail and a putrid stench lingering in the air. A chunk of crusty residue from his unwashed hands adheres to the paper, leaving behind a revolting reminder of his slovenly habits.

h̶e̶l̶l̶o̶

( っ ◔◡◔) っ ♥ Dear Diary, ♥

Mark Jefferson must be in ♡︎ LOVE ⋆.ೃ࿔ *: ･ with me!!!!! ( ^ω^ )  He's obsessed with me! He just doesn't know it...yet. Aaaaa, the way he adjusts his glasses, all serious and PERFECT, makes me want to ruin :) something beautiful. I cooked my ~Purfeect~ Turkey for him...but i had something even more special~ My photos of victoria Thomson. I was so desperate, I had to let him critique my piczures. I walked over, trying my best to allure him, the air sizzling with my stride, my hip's swaying. But then i had a wee FUMBLE. FUCKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU.....

I'm so angry, I thought. A gasp escaped my lips but as PERRRRRR usual, I picked myself back up like a champ XD

I was behind himaaaaa no way no way brah no get off me...you're all gonna die! I tapped on his marvelous, sculpted-to-perfection, every curve and contour,AFRODITE herSelf Shoulder.Fuckkkkk it's coming. He turned around swiftly, in an awe-inspiring way. I could feel his breathe on my neck....(Gimmie hickey) （＾∇＾） he said

. I REPEAT....

He SAID

"What's your name? Nathaniel? Ahhhhh. That student....did you fix the mess you made?"

OMGGGGGGGGG. HE LITERALLY SPAT ON ME WITH ALL OF HIS MIGHT AS HE MOUTHED (KISSED ME) THOSE WORDS. It was so raw (like his dick in me.) SO DISGUSTINGLY BEAUTIFUL. It hit my face like a blessing, warm and shocking, dripping down as if he's marking me as his (how is this possible 💕 — 💕 ) It was like being baptised by god himself, cleansing me with the very filth he brought upon me .

Ehh Brahler he continued

"Aren't you going to speak for me, son?" HE MOVED HIS HANDS TO MY CHIN "You're not shy, you weren't yesterda...."

"I didn't like your torkey by the way. I loved it."

So i pulled out my di- no, my pictures.

"I wanted to show you these photographes because i know you are a photographer...obvies...*I giggled* Here just have them..."

"Wait, nathan why are you crying"

i tried not to shout but i was nervous so i

"FUCK BRAH PEOPLE AWAYA CONTROLING ME OMG JUST LOOK AT THE PHOTOS YOU ARE GOING TO DIE THE TORNADO IS COMING PLEAEE JUWT look IT"

He took a look a little look a little bit more than a look a looker a big fucking look and realised i am the best photographer at blackwell because

m"

Jefferson^o^ ？ : ...psst.

We have to be quiet.

Keep your eyes up here, darling.

Don't sPeak a word.

I'll meet you at my dark room at exactly3am.

This is business. Shhh....."

He put a finger on my lips, 💋 Silencing me at an instant, keeping all my thoughts and feelings locked inside. His one touch was electric, sending shivers LITERALLY down my spine, his eyes were piercing through me with an intensity that made my heart race....(NATHAN HOLDDD IT!!!!!) Every sound had muffled, every other sensation at that christmas party had dulled and it was as if the world around us had shrunk. It was just the two of us. Me and Jefferdada in that moment.

SOOOOOO AAAAAAAA GUYS I AM GOINGNBITS A PLAN.

With all my dark thoughts,

N.

He closed his DORK DAIRYS EXLUSIVE PINK ADDICTON, a cloud of dust rising in the air because he has kept this dairy since he was 5 (stole from an innocent little girl called Martha, fucking hoe. Was 2) He rested his little head, knowing it would soon be 3am.

3:AM

Nathan widens his eyes, his pupils are dilated and there’s eyelashes on his face, they fluttered off in his thrashing sleep. His whole body trembles like an earthquake pulsing through him before he suddenly throws himself upwards, standing on top of his yellow and green stained mattress. He feels the familiar wet slick between his legs that he feels everytime he wakes from his slumber. Nathan’s neck almost snaps as he hurriedly turns towards his limited edition ‘Isabelle Animal Crossing’ alarm clock. Exactly on the dot… Nathan smirks and huffs out lightly, his putrid breath tainting the air. 3 AM. It’s time.

Nathan rubs his dirt clad hands together like an evil mastermind- or a fly- as he cutely hops off his mattress (No covers. Just pee and… other stains). As he lands, a few flakes of his dead skin and whole toenail fall off from the pure impact of it. He bites his bottom lip, his toe throbbing with a searing pain, but he fights to suppress the tears welling up, refusing to let the agony break his composure. He had other priorities right now…Mr Jefferson.

”FuccccccccccKKKK! Fuck, fuck—!” Nathan cursed, frustrating brewing inside him. He had woken up a little later than he had planned— not too late, but late enough to throw off the extra preparations he wanted to make. He wanted to to be perfectly ready, waiting for his Mr Jefferson but he had woken up right on the dot…ah. Everything felt off. His anger flared, and he scowled at himself, feeling a mix of PURE disappointment and rage. “I’m such a baka~” he muttered, slamming his fist into the mattress with the force of all might. His outburst had echoed through the dorm, and he could hear a faint yell in the background, and someone (Brooke, that slut, that whore) telling him to shut up.

He didn’t care about that though. He cared about Jeff.

Nathan’s mind raced as he scrambled his own very eggs to get ready. His bare crusty feet making squelching sounds as he walked towards his famous closet. He left a few flakes of skin behind. There was no time to care about the mess.

He yanked his stained and stinking pajamas off, the fabric sticking to his skin with a nauseating squish. His hands trembling with both fear and haste, he reached for his favourites: An orange used lubricated jacket (no top) and a pair of his blue stained jeans from when he pissed himself. He hadn’t thought to wash it even though Mr Jefferson had told him to. He liked the way the memories clung to the fabric, a twisted sense of nostalgia that made him feel anchored to his obsession.

He fumbled with the clothing, his fingers slick with the greasy residue of his earlier panic. Each movement seemed to coat him with a thin layer of grime, making it more repulsive. The sense of filfh was almost comforting; it was a barrier that kept everyone else away. Anything to keep the Chad’s and Chicks out of sight, out of mind. He belonged to one person only, the one he’s about to meet. He wouldn’t let any twat get in his way…!

As he wrestled the jeans over his legs, the damp fabric clung uncomfortably, and he shivered at the cold, sticky sensation. His once bright orange, now dull jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, He felt so disgusting but whatthefuckever. It was a badge of his devotion, a mark of his loyalty to his teacher. Deeper than the oceon is. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 7 Days A Week.

His eye’s darted around, scanning for ANY sign of interference. Tonight was the night. Nathan was determined to make it m e m o r a b l e.

He grabbed his worn out shoes, their insides…ah, let’s not…let’s not get into that. He struggled to shove his size 9.5 feet into his FOUL smelling shoes. He faught through the discomfort to fasten his stupid laces, each tug pulling more dirt. With his shoes barely secured, he took one last look around his dingy dorm room, a mix of urgency and determination in his eyes. He bit his lip hard *ow* Anxiety flooding through him. With a final FINAL shuddering breath, nathan pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway. His head turned to its right as he got a bit of a spidey sense…

Uh-oh.

Who’s that?

Nathan tilted his head like a curious puppy, squinting into the darkness of the hallway. His eye’s strained, but the shadows seemed to swallow everything infront of him. For fuck’s sake, Nathan can’t see shit. All he could make out was a vague silhouette. The one thing that stood out was the polaroid camera, its glossy surface catching just enough light to glint eerily. He noticed a photo ever so slightly sliding out of the camera, very slowly, inch by agonising inch. The moving was torturously slow…

“Agh, Come on now. That’s edging. Fucking faster now, please?” His voice was a harsh whisper, laced with irritation and unease. But the photo kept sliding, it’s pace unchanging. Almost reminding him of his constipation. “That’s it, I’m fucking going,” Nathan snarled (Alpha), his frustration boiling over as he started to stomp off to his left. But after only a few steps, something yanked him back, snapping him back into his place.

“What the fuck?” He muttered, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. His eyebrows furrowed deeply, the wrinkles showing in his face. Deja fucking vu. He tried again, but everytime he moved, the same unseen force dragged him back to where he started. It was like being stuck in a sick loop, the hallway warping around him, twisting reality into something nightmarish which he would usually find quite mesmerising but not when it was uncalled for. He had a mission to accomplish.

“ALRIGHT, SOMEBODY TELL ME WHATS GOING ON?” Nathan’s voice cracked with desperation as he spun around like a ballerina, searching for any sign of what was happening. But just as suddenly as it began, the figure in the hallway vanished, leaving behind only the polaroid picture lying on the floor.

He tsked in frustration, walking over to the photo. But as soon as his fingers brushed the edge of the picture, before he could even take a peek, it crumbled into dust, disintegrating before his eyes…

The fine particles clung to his skin, gritty and cold, sinking into the sweat-slicked lines of his palm like a cruel motherfucking joke. Nathan stared at his filthy hand, his breath hitching as the last traces of the photo vanished, leaving him alone with just a thought…

He chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice.

“BRAH, that’s some sick prank, yah? Play with me all you want, joker, but don’t expect me to play by your rules. Dyke. I’m off to see master now.” He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the hallway. There might have been a flicker of fear inside of him but he quickly buried it. After all, he’s Nathaniel Prescott. He doesn’t give a shit.

With a smug grin, he walked confidently toward the exit door, feeling untouched and oddly happy as he pushed it open and stepped out the dormitory, leaving the unsettling encounter behind him.

To be continued..

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