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Pupiña sat in the front row, her back straight and hands folded on the table in front of her. She watched with unwavering attention as her teacher picked up her clipboard, tapping her pen against it to grab the classes attention.
”Okay everyone!” She said with a smile. “Today, you guys will be put into pairs to complete your final project for this semester! As you all know, we’ve been looking at the Odyssey for a few weeks now. So your final project will be creating a book report and an alternative cover for the book!”
She places a hand to her chest. “And I will be picking the pairs.” The class erupts in groans and complaints. She ignores this, beginning to read off her clipboard.
”First up, we’ve got Pascal and Mac!” Pascal and Mac share a glance, before quickly looking away from one another. Pupiña rolls her eyes. Get a room…
”Pupiña and Mick-“ WHAT?!
Pupiña doesn’t even register the rest. MICK? MICK?!! She whips around in her chair, her eyes landing on the culprit of her aggravation. She scowls in disgust as she sees his sleeping form, his drool forming a puddle on the desk as he snores lightly. Her face flushes slightly, though her lips are still curled in distaste. So what if he looked a little cute?! She gingerly picked up a pencil, hands shaking slightly as she poked him with it. He jolted awake, eyes bleary with sleep and drool still spilling over his chin.
”Wh-hah?” He mumbles, blinking rapidly. Her scowl deepens for a moment before she takes a deep breath, letting her face settle into a more neutral expression. A main character faces challenges with grace and bravery, she reminds herself.
”You shouldn’t be falling asleep in class, Mick!”
"Who gives a damn?? Why are you even talking to me, you damn nerd?? Shouldn't you be, like... reading about your little anime boys?" He sneered. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Only embarrassment. Nothing else.
"M-MANHWA IS A REFINED GENRE OF LITERATURE!!" She screeched in the quietest voice she could muster. She didn't want anyone else to hear that! It would ruin her reputation as the perfect main character she worked so hard to maintain! She takes in another deep breath. Get yourself together! She puts on a strained smile.
”Anyway, what I was going to say was that we’ve been paired up for our final project-“
”Whhhaaaaaattt???! What’re you even talking about??” He groans, squinting at her with a sneer. She glares at him for a moment before continuing.
”We’ve been paired together for our final project, a book report and an alternative cover for the book-“ She tries to explain before he cuts her off again.
”What book are you even talking about??”
She stares at him for a moment. Is he serious?? She squints at him behind her glasses, speaking slowly. “…The book… The book we’ve been studying for the past two months… The Odyssey…”
He just stares at her.
She scoffs, gesturing wildly. “How do you not know this??! This is literally all we’ve been studying!!”
He rolls his eyes, digging into his ear. “I dunno.” She lets out an aggravated sigh, eye twitching in annoyance before she pulls herself together again.
“Well, as the kind and ever compassionate main character I am-“
”I’m kinda sick of your delusions, nerd.”
”Mick, shut the fuck up.” Her voice drops, angry and harsh and so unlike her usually chirpy tone. His eyes widen slightly, before he frowns.
”Damn, okay…” He mutters under his breath. She smiles before continuing, voice returning.
”As I was saying, since I’m so kind and generous, I’ll take the lead! While I do the book report, you can draw up a new cover!”
“Maaaan, I don’t wanna draw! I’m not a fucking kid.”
Pupiña raises an eyebrow at him. “Well, you clearly don’t even know the plot and I highly doubt you can even read-“
”I CAN FUCKING READ!!” He protests, yelling. Pupiña scoffs.
”Barely. I’ve literally heard you pronounce ‘fish’ as ‘fis-huh’.”
”Why you lying?” He says with a smirk. Pupiña suddenly feels the urge to choke him. She groans internally before continuing.
”Besides, I’m probably going to make you help with the book report too. Even if that means having to explain the plot, because believe or not some of us want to succeed!”
He flips her off. She ignores it.
”Now, I say we go over to my house and-“
”No way, luzer! I know your type. I’m not gon’ lay with your crusty-“
”W-WHAT!?!” She sputters, face flushing a deep red. “I NEVER INSINUATED I WANTED THAT?? I meant coming to my house to START THE PROJECT??”
He shrugged. “Yeah, yeaaah. I’m not buyin’ it, nerd.”
She let out an aggravated groan. She sighed. “Okay, if you’re so against it, why don’t we go to YOUR house.”
He sighed, rolling his eyes as the bell rings to signal the end of class. “Fine, fine.” He grumbles, grabbing his bag and standing up. He makes his way towards the door. “C’mon then, don’t stand around looking stupid.”
She scowls, picking up her bag and following him out. For the sake of her hero’s journey, she’s going to have to deal with him. She only hoped she would survive this whole ordeal.
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Pupiña looks around at the admittedly empty house, raising an eyebrow. She had expected to be a bit dirtier.
She follows Mick up the stairs towards his room, her cheeks warm. For no specific reason. He opens the door to his room, stepping back to allow her inside. Her eyes trail the room.
The room is covered wall to wall in posters, from Deftones to Radiohead to Korn. What a larp. His room, as she expected, was messy and quite frankly disgusting. Empty Monster Energy drinks filled his overflowing trash can and his dirty clothes were littered around. His bed is unorganized, blankets upon blankets spilling over the edges. Yuck.
She smooths out her skirt before gingerly sitting down on his bed, hoping that she wouldn’t get some sort of disease. She places her bag at her feet, reaching into it to bring out her laptop. She clears her throat.
”Alright, so assuming you have paper-“
”I don’t.”
Her eyes twitches. She reaches back into her bag, bringing out her pencil case and a few pieces of paper.
”There. Now, what I want you to do is draw up a new book cover for the Odyssey. Granted I do have to explain it to you, since you couldn’t be bothered paying attention in class.”
He groans loudly. “UGHHHAAA, why do I have to do allat??! Why can’t you do it, you’re the woman.”
”That’s not very woke of you, Mick.”
”Boys’ll be boys.” He says with a shrug, picking his ear again. She sighs. A good main character perseveres!
”So, the book follows a Greek soldier named Odysseus. After fighting for 10 years in the Trojan War, he and his 600 men-“, Mick cuts her off.
”Yo, I’m pretty sure there was no set number of like, soldiers. How do you get shit like that wrong, nerd?”
She blinks at him. He… actually wasn’t wrong. Her cheeks flush slightly and she lets out a little sheepish laugh. “I- Wow, y-you… you’re actually not wrong. A lot of interpretations say 600 men but you are technically right. Good job Mick!”
He smirks, leaning back against his bed. “See, this luzer shit ain’t that hard.” She rolls her eyes with a small smile.
“A-anyway, he and his men try to sail back to their homeland called Ithaca! Odysseus especially wants to get home to see his wife and son-“
”Oh yeaaaah, they’re called like… Elpanor and Timothy or something.”
”Penelope and Telemachus.” She corrects, her smile falling into an annoyed frown.
”Same thing.” She was going to MURDER him.
She huffed slightly. “And just when I thought you were getting it..”, she mumbles under her breath before continuing.
”And the rest of the story is Odysseus’s 10 year journey home. He and his crew go against witches, cyclopses and other monsters. The story ends with him being the only survivor and finally returning home after 20 years. Got it?”
As he nods, she claps happily. “Great! Now, can you draw something based on all that?”
”Drawing ain’t shit! Watch this.” He grabs a piece of paper, yanks a pencil out of her pencil case and starts drawing. He barely draws for a minute before he turns the paper around for her to see. He… He’s only drawn stick figures. With tiny swords. And a random one eyed monster. She looks at him unamused. He smirks, nodding smugly as if did something. “I know, I know. It’s a masterpiece. This should be in that big triangle museum!”
”The Lourve?”
”Yeah, yeah, the labia!”
…Right. She sighs, taking the paper and pencil from him. She puts on a strained smile. “Maybe you could draw a moment from the actual book? You could draw Odysseus and his crew facing off Scylla or Polyphemus! Oh, or you could-“
”There’s no WAY you read about allat.” He says suddenly, smirking slightly. She pauses, blinking for a moment before furrowing her brows.
“What is THAT supposed to mean??”, She exclaims. He shrugs.
”I dunno, you’re just always reading those faggy anime books-“
”I READ OTHER BOOKS BESIDES MANHWA!!” She shrieks, face burning red. A shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
”No you don’t.”
”HOW WOULD YOU KNOW??!” She’s practically yelling at this point. An idea suddenly wormed its way into her head. If he’s going to tease her, it’s only fair she gets to tease back. She lets her face fall into a sly grin. She leans in slightly, watching with glee as he backs away from her slightly with flushed cheeks. “Unless… you’re stalking me.” She coos, her grin growing wider.
Now it’s his turn to sputter, his cheeks flushing further. “WHAT?! What gave you that idea, you damn nerd?!!”
She shrugs, giggling slightly. “I wouldn’t be surprised. As the main character, I know I’m pretty desirable and you just can’t help obsessing over me. I guess it’s just a part of my hero’s journey-“
”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??! What would you even know about fuckin’ ‘obsession’?? You probably haven’t even kissed anyone, you fuckin’ luzer!”, He bites back, scowling.
She gasps, leaning away from him again. She sneers. “Where did that even come from??! You probably haven’t kissed anyone either!”
That stupid grin makes its way back onto his face. “And how would you know, nerd? Maybe you’re obsessed with me.” He leans in a bit closer. Her sneer grows into a deep scowl as her voice drops into that same harsh tone.
“UGH! Can you just SHUT UP?!” She yelled, face beginning to burn a bright red. He smirked, getting in her face. So close that their noses almost touched. Her heart started ramming against her chest.
”Make me.” He sneered.
She snapped.
She gripped his face, hard. She slammed her lips into his, angry and harsh. He lets out a noise against her mouth as if in shock but she just swallows it. The kiss only lasts a moment before she pulls away, both of them panting lightly. She locks eyes with Mick, whose eyes are wide as saucers and whose cheeks are bright red. He looks so fucking stupid. It makes her angry all over again.
She lunges for him again, pressing her lips against his forcefully. He groans into her mouth, gripping her face in his hands before letting his fingers tangle in her hair. Their mouths move against each other hungrily, their teeth clashing against each other. She forces herself closer and closer to him, eventually making her way into straddling his lap. As he lets out a small gasp against her lips, she snatches at the opportunity and worms her tongue through his open lips.
He whines into the kiss, sending shivers through her. She smirks against his lips slightly, pushing further into him as her tongue explores each and every crevice of his mouth. Their mouths still attack each other, moving together aggressively. Their teeth clack together as their tongues begin to tangle with each other. She hungrily swallows his little groans and whines as she continues to prod around his mouth with her tongue.
She climbs on top of him further, pushing him down against the bed. She grips his face harder, somehow pulling his face even closer against hers. She feels one of his hands travel to her waist, the other hand gripping her hair harder. She groans softly into the kiss, licking into his mouth further. The kiss started to slow down, turning languid and sluggish. Their tongues twirled lazily, the movements of their lips becoming less hungry and more relaxed.
Pupiña finally pulled away for air, both of them panting heavily. A line of spit connected their lips and Pupiña watched with a smug grin as Mick chased after her lips with a small whimper. She slowly let go of his face, letting her hands rest against his chest. She leaned down, tucking her head underneath his chin. Unthinkingly, her mouth attached itself to his neck. She felt him shiver against the feeling, hearing him let out a little whine.
Smirking against his skin, she left open mouthed kisses across the slope of his neck. As she finally bit down just below his jaw, he let out a soft groan and she felt the hand resting on her waist grip her sweater even harder. She trailed further down the slope of his neck, biting down against and sucking a bright red hickey into his skin. With each and every breathy whine that escaped him, she left more and more bites and bruises until they covered almost his entire neck. Seeing his neck covered in her marks made her feel dizzy. No one else had ever gotten to see him like this, whiny and pathetic. The overwhelming giddiness that filled her at the thought was almost embarrassing.
With one final kiss to his neck, she finally pulled back slightly. Her usually perfectly done hair was messy now, with Mick’s fingers still tangled in it. Her glasses were askew and she knew her lips were probably raw. Both of them were panting heavily, with Mick’s eyes being glazed over and wide. She smirked down at him as he blinked the feeling away, eyes refocusing back on her. She blew away a stray piece of hair from her face before talking, voice raw and teasing.
”So what was all that about earlier? Something about me having never kissed anyone before? Or was it something about not ‘laying’ with me?”, She cooed with a teasing grin. He scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully.
”Shut up, fuckin’ nerd…”, He mumbled, the hand in her hair moving to grip her face and pull her into him again.