- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
Demetre sat in the middle of the boys locker room at that given time. He ran a white, fluffy towel through his hair as he tried to dry off to the best of his abilities. Swimming practice sometimes got in the way of some other school activities, but today wasn't one of those days. Demetre slid his swimming trunks down the length of his legs, and changed into his regular clothing. The swimmers would be asked to dismiss a few minuets early, so that they could have time to get from one class to the other without trouble. He ran the towel up and down the back of his head once more, and placed it back in his locker. His hair was still wet in some places, but it never took that long for it to dry.
Demetre was smartly dressed that day, with most of the kids rebelling against the dress-code and wearing whatever they pleased, very few wore the school uniform that they gave to the students at the beginning of the year. Demetre did that too, but if all of his clothing was dirty from one sport to the next, he pulled out his uniform. The guys uniform was a simple sweater over a while work-shirt. Nothing too fancy, but nothing casual either. It was in the happy medium.
The boy took his bag and walked out of the steamy locker room. As he exited, a few good buddies of his gave him a light shove. " Nerd! " They taunted with a laugh, but Demetre laughed back. " Yeah, go watch each-other jack off again. " He taunted back. A laughter echoed through the lockers, and Demetre took his leave.
The trek to his locker was everything but. He had friends roaming through the halls, and most of the teachers smiled and nodded. He flashed them a quick view of his pearly whites and left on his way. Once he got to his locker, he noticed a familiar face. Or back. She was facing away from him, and he simply smirked. Demetre creeped up behind the girl, and grabbed her shoulders. He shook violently, and said, " Earthquake! Run, everybody, run! " He soon let go, and chuckled to himself. " Did you see the look on your face? " There was something a little less than a ' look ', only because he had done something like this every day since 8th grade.
Demetre was smartly dressed that day, with most of the kids rebelling against the dress-code and wearing whatever they pleased, very few wore the school uniform that they gave to the students at the beginning of the year. Demetre did that too, but if all of his clothing was dirty from one sport to the next, he pulled out his uniform. The guys uniform was a simple sweater over a while work-shirt. Nothing too fancy, but nothing casual either. It was in the happy medium.
The boy took his bag and walked out of the steamy locker room. As he exited, a few good buddies of his gave him a light shove. " Nerd! " They taunted with a laugh, but Demetre laughed back. " Yeah, go watch each-other jack off again. " He taunted back. A laughter echoed through the lockers, and Demetre took his leave.
The trek to his locker was everything but. He had friends roaming through the halls, and most of the teachers smiled and nodded. He flashed them a quick view of his pearly whites and left on his way. Once he got to his locker, he noticed a familiar face. Or back. She was facing away from him, and he simply smirked. Demetre creeped up behind the girl, and grabbed her shoulders. He shook violently, and said, " Earthquake! Run, everybody, run! " He soon let go, and chuckled to himself. " Did you see the look on your face? " There was something a little less than a ' look ', only because he had done something like this every day since 8th grade.