Sex Academy

I'm Laurel Carter, and I did not ask to go to this school.


4. Chapter 4

This is really hard to update guys, so give a me a small break. Sorry for this chapter being short, but I've been watching heaps of Smosh Games and I got no inspiration (aside from a couple of dirty jokes) so here we go!

I wake up and my head smacks against the frame of my new bed. I look around, and my face is greeted by a poster of the Smosh Games crew. I smile. What a pleasant sight to wake up to.

I get up and pull off my pajama's. I stand in the middle of my room in a pair of lacy black underwear - hey if this school wants me starkers, I may as well look good.

Suddenly, the door opens wide and Nath steps in.

"Laurel, you-" he stops as he takes in the sight of my DD sized breasts and perfectly round ass. I mean, not to bring myself up, but I know that I'm hot.

"Nath," I say sternly.

"Laurel! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry I just-" Nath stammers.

"Nath," I repeat.


"Get out."

"Oh!" He says. "Uh... Ok. Leaving now. Uh... Bye."

He leaves the room and I slap my forehead with my palm. Oh fuck.


I step down the stairs. I put on a black ripped layered mini skirt with a black metal studded leather belt, and a dark blue T-Shirt with 'I can't stop watching YouTubers' written on it. I pulled my hair into a pony tail with my curls flowing freely from it. I have high heeled leather boots and fishnet tights on. I have light winged black eyeliner on, mascara, and dark red lipstick. I don't need concealer - I have good skin.

I look like a total punk - a great way to start school, and I'll admit it, I look like Avril Lavigne in 'Girlfriend'.

"Hi, Nath," I say, smirking. He stares at me and then turns his face back to his cereal. "Hey Jazz. Xavier."

Both turn to look at me. Jazz grins. She's wearing something similar to me, only bright pink and purple. She looks very good.

Xavier is wearing a sort of prep school outfit. A blazer and pants. Very formal.

"Xavier," I say, chuckling. "You look like you're about to go on the red carpet. Or attend a prep school."

"Thanks, I try," he replies, grinning. He's so hot.


The four of us walk down the hall, 2 punks, a prep and a jock. We look like The Plastics from Mean Girls. Except nobody's making out. And it's not October the 3rd.

"Right," Nath says. "We all have the same schedules, so we all attend the same classes. Except for the gender singular ones."

I nod and follow him to our first class - maths.

I've never really hated maths, I just don't enjoy partaking in it. I will do it if made, but I prefer to draw YouTubers and celebrities and my favourite characters from books in my notebook.

We sit down in our class and the teacher walks in. A really leggy blonde with large breasts.

Jazz wrinkles her nose. "Are all the teachers as hot as this?"

"Oh yes," Nath says. "It's scientifically proven that more attractive teachers gain students attention more and help them to learn better." (Not really don't sue me)

"Understandable," Xavier whispers as he ogles the teacher - Mrs Tina Rose (hahaha I brought her back from the last one) - with a dreamy expression on his face.

I scoff and turn to Jazz. We chat for a bit until the teacher asks for our attention. Half the class - the boys, who would've guessed? - were happy to oblige.

I sigh. This is going to be a long lesson.


I was right; that was a fucking long class. Who knew that sexy females could be so boring? Certainly not me, that's for sure.

"Nath," I say to get his attention. He turns to looks at me, so I ask, "what do we have now?"

Nath grins evilly.

"Make out class."

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