Alright, my last period was here.
Study Hall, easy peasy..... but I wondered if I shared any other classes with my girls?
Gloria grabbed my right arm and began to nuzzle my neck with a gentle purr. Constance softly cooed and warbled as she fluffed her feathers up against me. Then four soft mounds pressed into my back as I felt Noelle licking the left half of my face and Luna placing my hand at the perfect spot to squeeze her bu-
“A-HE-HEM!” Mrs. Whitley cleared her throat “Stop this PDA at once and go to your final periods!”
“This is my final period.” All five of us said at once.
Naturally, that meant we were all seated apart from each other; Mrs. Whitley was a stickler for school policy, she didn’t even let couples hold hands!
Gloria was busy going over formula sheets with her friends; Constance was trying to not make it too obvious that she was doing her first homework sketch of me; Noelle was snacking on some clovers in a sandwich bag as she read Macbeth; Luna was at the very end of the room reading a magazine behind her History textbook.
And where was I in all of this?
Filling out the Algebra 2 packet I got last class while pretending that I wasn’t being marveled like an eighth wonder of the world. Was this girl into me or was she just copying my work?
Yes.
I reached for something in my backpack and heard a clack against the floor.
“Dammit.” I muttered as I got up and- spotted my pencil on the desk.
“These things are always falling out.” The girl said as she picked up some wireless earbuds and stuffed them in the huge, pointy, fluffy ears atop her head. The orangish red fur at the bottom of her ears spread down her face as a slim dog-like snout stretched out of it. White fur grew down from her chin down past her neck as the red grew over her back.
“Mina, my calculator’s our of batteries, could you help us out?” Gloria asked.
“Sure thing.” The girl said as a white tipped orange tail popped out from under her skirt.
Mina handed Gloria her batteries in one slender brown paw and a dead mouse with the other... guess Noelle wasn’t the only one with snacks.
The fox-girl immediately brushed her tail along my face and pushed our desks.
“Shall we go over our answers, my sweet?” Mina said with a strong British accent.
“Ohhhh... s-sure!” I blushed as Mrs Whitley gave me the stink eye.
We went over the problems as Constance gave Mina dirty looks.
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The bell rang and I strolled out with endless confidence, Noelle hanging on one arm as Gloria clung to the other.
Luna’s tail slid along my stomach as she fluttered her wings.
Mina was busy frowning at Constance, who looked like she was about to peck the British fox girl’s eyes out.
Suddenly a car pulled up....