Chapter #4The following morning. by: MorTho   An addition by: Wassel29
The following day, you woke up with a yawn, having stayed up way too late after Emily had left, playing on your Xbox and trying to finish an impossible level, clearly feeling the repercussions of it now. Quickly getting washed and showered, you then threw on your school clothes and headed down stairs, where your mom was waiting for you with a cheery smile on her face and a bowl of cereal on the table.
"Morning," she said, as you trundled in, somehow always managing to appear bright and breezy first thing, while you just wanted to go back to sleep. "You weren't up all night playing that game again, were you?" she then asked with a frown, being quite perceptive, your tired eyes giving you away.
"Not all night..." you feebly replied, grabbing your chair and sitting down at the table, awaiting a lecture, which sure enough, soon followed.
Once your mom had finished giving you a telling off, you then got stuck into your breakfast, munching away and thinking back to all those questions Emily had been asking last night. It had seemed kind of odd, now that you thought about it, that she'd actually said she wanted to look like your mom; your mother being a 41 year old woman, and not particularly the kind of person that young women usually aspired to look like, some super model or movie star maybe, but not your mom! Sure, objectively at least, you guessed she was kind of pretty, with her long blond hair, and soft, gentle face, her body also being nice and curvy (for an older woman that is) with quite a large a prominent chest. Still, she was of course your mother, and you certainly didn't want your girlfriend looking the same, that would be just too creepy for words.
Shaking the thought out of your head, and figuring Emily was just being silly, you quickly finished up your cereal and said goodbye to your mother, fearing that if you didn't get a move on, you were going to end up late for class.
"Catch you later," you said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading out the door, hearing her reply with, "Have a good day, sweetheart, and don't forget we're going out for dinner tonight!"
- - -
School, as per usual was pretty boring, not really excelling at any subject in particular, but at the same time, doing enough to get by, and by the time 3rd period Chemistry came round, you were at least thankful that you'd managed to wake up a bit, smiling as you walked into the classroom and saw Emily sitting there at your desk.
"Hey, Em," you said, as you sat down next to her, having not seen her since she left your house last night and giving her a quick kiss (which instantly had the effect of turning her face bright crimson, still getting used to the idea of public affection).
"Heya, Dave," she smiled back, giggling a little as she blushed, before pulling her books out of her bag and asking, "Hows your day been so far?"
"All the better for seeing you," you replied, happily, fetching out your own textbook, then watching as Mr. Harrison, your Chemistry teacher walked in the door, hushing the entire class with his presence.
While Emily became engrossed in what the teacher was saying, scribbling down formulas and notes in her notebook, even before Mr. Harrison had said them, you weren't quite so enthralled, your teacher's rather slow, monotonous voice practically putting you to sleep as he droned on about stuff that really didn't interest you, and you were doing all you could just to stay awake. That's when you heard a little whisper at your side, and looked round to see one of your other classmates, Clarissa Smith leaning over to speak to you.
"Psst, hey David," she whispered, flashing you a smile, "Have you got an eraser I can borrow?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," you replied, scrambling around your desk to find one, a little surprised to find Clarissa actually speaking to you, having sat across from her for the best part of a year and not having heard her say one word. Locating Emily's eraser, hidden underneath one of your books, you passed it across to her and watched as she thanked you with another beautiful smile, your eyes lingering for a moment on her pretty face and attractive figure.
"Thanks a lot," she said after she was finished, passing it back to you, and drawing the attention of Emily, who looked up from her notebook rather inquisitively, surely wondering why Clarissa, a outwardly much more attractive and confident girl, was currently smiling away at her boyfriend. You didn't really give it too much thought however, and instead simply returned to trying your best to stay awake as Mr. Harrison's boring lecture continued on.
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