That idiot, Kyle, grimaced Jen, as she ran down her street. Because he phoned up, playing stupid games, she forgot her maths homework again. So she had to run home during lunch and get it because if she didn't hand it in, that bitch Mr Reynolds said he'd fail her. Then she'd end up a brainless bitch drop-out like she'd transformed Kyle into this morning.
Although that was quite funny, admittedly. 'He' was probably on his knees somewhere, slurping on dick. At least he'd finally get to touch a woman's breasts.
Huh, weird. Her dad's car was parked out front. Jen wondered what was up, but shrugged it off. She wasn't cutting class, and he didn't know how late the homework was. For all he knew, she was ensuring it was handed in when it was meant to be, like a good student.