Mason Brown/A Talkative High School Loner

I'm not one to brag, but I do live in a marvelous world. A world so amazing, so fantastically fantastical, that seeing a muscular man in red-armored tights zoom to a complete stop out of seemingly nowhere, for a picture, is considered normal.

Yeah, in Central City that shit is the norm.

I remember a few years ago my sister and I were treating ourselves to ice cream during a hot summer afternoon. One second my hand was outstretched, offering five wrinkly stacks of one dollar bills. The next, FLASH! Both of us were standing on the opposite side of the park; clothes ruffled and hair fluffled. And before either of us could so much as come to the realization that we were not, in fact, holding an ice cream cone. The truck we were a few feet away from exploded in a massive mess of metal, debris, and evaporated frozen treats of delicious goodness.

Even though I almost died that day, everyone went on about their lives as if 'Eh, it's just another Monday, right Jef?'

The police never bothered to check in on the civilians since no one was hurt in the incident. But even so, I was never able to figure out what exactly happened. Who set off the bomb? How close were we to breathing our last breath? And more importantly, how did my shoes get untied!? Because I know for a fact that before both of us were rushed away, my shoes were fucking tied! But then later, when I glanced downwards, they were undone! Laces don't just, come out, like that, especially with the way I tie them. Someone had to be at fault. The Flash! Ever since then, I wondered, does he check people out while he zooms around? To us, it's a blink and you'll miss it event; but, to him, we're all frozen. Right? I wouldn't put it past the man to cop a feel or some shit. I mean, I'd do it! Who wouldn't?

Well, okay I guess anyone with a sense of decency wouldn't **** super speed to fondle an ass here and there. But last time I checked, I don't have a lick of that. I'm a teenager, with my own classic immature hormones. So yeah, if I had the ability, I'd **** the shit out of it!

But while I am a bit perverted, I'm not that open about it. I somewhat care about my public reputation; regardless of how dogshit it is at the moment. My best friend Sam, on the other hand, doesn't give two shits. He's openly apart of the Superbabes club; they all share images of their favorite heroines and sexy candid shots. Don't get me wrong, some of those pictures they've managed to capture are sexy as hell; but goddam! It takes guts to be a part of that group, since the moment someone joins they're instantly denounced as a perv. Besides it's not even all that, most of the dudes there are boob-men; and while I love me some tit, I happen to respect all parts of a woman. Basically, meaning, I want some variety godammit! They're almost always focusing on Power Girl, Zatanna, or Wonder Woman. Solely because they have massive honkers, someone needs to remind them that Power Girl's ass is almost as remarkable as her tits!

...

I guess I'm just not, perverted enough. Or maybe I'm too enclosed. Probably both; I heard that Sam actually ejaculated into his sister's shampoo, and she never realized. Now, I've seen his sister, think her name's Nichole or something. She's fairly attractive and entirely out of my league- like every girl at school- But I can't blame my mate, it was a ballsy move and he went for it.

"Mr. Brown."

If she were my sister I'd do it too! But with my actual sister, I couldn't bring myself to commit such a misdeed. Sam and Nichole seem to have some sort of rivalry. But my sister and I, we're just chill. We're not best mates or anything of the like, but I have no ill feelings towards her; same with my brother, we're all just... Chill.

But I think I should start explaining a bit more about myself. So we all can all become acquainted with each other. You see my names, Mason Brown, and I tend to...

"Mason!" Ms. Angela Fawn's sharp voice pierced its way into my subconscious.

"Huh!?" My head perked up with the **** of twenty deers in headlights. Shit, I was daydreaming again. It's second nature for me to tune out reality and muse for hours about my lackluster life. My siblings were never jerks, but it's not like they were there for me either. So far my life has been spent playing second fiddle; I have a dad who didn't want any more than two children. My stepmother didn't want any kids, and since both of my siblings ditched to college before she showed up, I got to experience her absolute hatred full ****.

I have few memories of my first mother, she ended up disappearing after the Particle Accelerator went off five years ago. I never figured out what happened to her that night, but goddam, do I miss her. All I have to remember her by is a wishbone she gave to me as a joke during one Thanks Giving family party. And I've kept it with me since. Sure it's just a dried up flimsy bone. But whenever I hold it, I do feel like I'm holding on to a piece of my mother.

"Okay, I see." My math teacher disapprovingly tsked and spun on her heels. "Detention then."

A small racket of snickering and chuckling students rang around me.

"W..What!? Again?" Ms. Fawn's hips swished heedlessly through the cool air, drawing my attention down to her ass pressing against her light denim skirt. I gulped.

"Yes, again. This is the second time today, it's clear that you have no interest in participating." She strode to her desk and folded her skirt before sitting behind it.

"Shouldn't you at least give me three chances?" I say, desperately grasping for any sense of fairness in this world.

"Yes, in the past I have, but do you not notice a pattern here?" Her soft lips parted as she exhaled a soft breath of air. "Your behavior is in much need of an adjustment Mr. Brown. And I'm not going to be lenient anymore."

Yeah, I guess that would be fair, except that she's never been lenient in the first place! I've always been hounded twice as hard in comparison to my peers. When other students come in a few minutes late, it's not a massive problem. But when I'm almost two minutes late, it's suddenly the end of the fucking world.

At this point Ms. Fawn has kept me back so often it's not even a punishment anymore; it has simply become a part of my schedule.

Eh, detention's not so bad.

After the other students left, sparing me a few glances here and there. Some with pity, most with complete indifference, and a few holding cocky grins plastered to their face.

I was left alone with Ms. Fawn in the now almost empty classroom.

But like I said, it's not so awful. Cause frankly, Ms. Fawn is actually quite the looker in layman's terms. Her dark brunet hair contrasts amazingly against her smooth blemishless face. It could be make-up or her natural beauty, but either way, her creamy skin is so fucking arousing. I love the subtle way she licks her red lips, watching her tongue roll against her mouth. To her, a simple act of moistening her lips, but to me, it's fapping fuel I can save for later. Her breasts are awfully fine as well, she clearly is well endowed in that area; I would commit multiple acts of treason for only the chance to see those breasts laying gently in her bra. Rising and falling with each breath. Sadly I must use my imagination because even with the size of her mounds, the blouse she chose to wear does nothing for her body. Her skirt is the only thing semi-revealing, and I can't see that with her behind that fucking desk now can I?

Ms. Fawn's sitting behind her desk, looking over a few papers she received from the departed students. Taking her sweet ass time as if I wasn't here. Clearly, she's trying to punish me further by having me wait before addressing me. Well jokes on her, I don't mind letting time fly. I'm used to wasting my life anyway! Besides, I can stare openly at her smooth face, and tied up hair; if I had things my why I'd undo that ponytail and let a load out right into her locks.

One upside of being a closeted pervert. Everyone's not constantly on the lookout for any perverted misconduct. Ms. Fawn's blissfully unaware of the manner my eyes are lusting after her stacked form. And I plan on keeping it that way.

Reaching down to my backpack, I fumble around with it for a few moments. Finding my notebook, and pen I lean back up to my desk and place them down.

"You'll have to wait a few more minutes as I grade these." I look back towards the front desk to notice her green eyes staring me down. "That's not a problem, right?"

That's not a threat, right?

"Yeah sure," I mumbled. It's whatever, I can resume ogling her whilst pretending to be doodling in my notepad. After opening said pad, I smile to myself after finding my wishbone laying gently against the lined paper.

"What's that?" She quirked a brow in my direction.

"Oh, this?" I hold up the bone. "It's a wishbone my m--"

"Ah-Hah-" Ms. Fawn chuckled to herself. "So that's what you spend my time spacing out over. Do you genuinely believe that thing will grant your wishes? I wouldn't put it past you."

"No, of course not! I mean," I glance down to the bone in my hand. "I wish it would but--"

I studdered because something quite strange occurred. Well, compared to what has happened in the past it would be considered normal. But, for me, it was odd. I felt what could only be described as... a wave of... feathers? Something soft, something... unnoticeable. Except, it wasn't noticeable. I noticed. Right?

I felt different, and the wishbone I was just holding seemed to instantly grow hot, almost to a burn in fact. I dropped it to my desk on instinct and looked up to Ms. Fawn.

She didn't seem to sense anything amis, still looking at me with a smirk and a raised brow, both arms crossed below her bust.

"But? Oh please, you actually believe in 'wishes?' Don't you?"

"Uhh..." I stared down at the bone, flabbergasted by its sudden heat and that soft wave of.. something. "Well if it could I definitely wouldn't be here right now."

"Hmf, Don't worry. Someday you'll learn that wishes don't just come true." Her intention returned to her stack of papers. "It will take me around twenty minutes to get through all these, so you should get yourself comfortable."

"Then I can leave?"

"No, then you'll have to finish the study-work that the other students received based on my lesson." She rose an extended finger to her mouth and lightly dabbed it with her tounge before reaching back down to flip a paper over. "You will more than definitely get a low grade since you weren't paying attention, but I expect you to go through each question in great detail. Hopefully, this experience will teach you to pay more attention in my class."

I groan internally and slide the wishbone off my notebook so I can doodle while I wait for the next twenty minutes. "I just wish I don't have to be here so long..." I mumble.

The sound of shuffling papers quickly ceased, causing me to peak up at her front desk on instinct alone. Ms. Fawn looked to be deep in thought for a few moments before she nodded to herself and pushed away from her desk to stand up.

"There's really no need for you to spend so much of your day here." She bent forward to open a drawer, her large breasts hanging downwards. "Here," Leaning up, she began walking towards me with a gentle sway in her hips. "You can do your work while I grade these."

"Huh?"