Highschool Dream

Are you still dreaming of it my little loser?

Ofcourse you are. You are thinking about it almost every day.

The day you saw me walking towards you. We were both in high school.

Me, so beautiful just starting high school. So young. But so very not innocent.

You almost leaving high school. Never a date. Never a kiss. A classic loser.

You couldn't keep your eyes of me. And at the same time you were afraid to look at me.

Afraid that I would really notice you.

But why would I want to notice you?

Already at that age I could get every guy doing everything I wanted. Including the teachers. They were so happy to please me for some attention. But thats a story for another time.

I never noticed you.

You always saw me.

Ofcourse.

Tight jeans on long legs.

Perfect ass.

High heels.

Leather jacket.

Long hair.

So pretty!

I was walking towards you.

Getting so close that you could hear my heels clicking and clacking on the tiles of the hallway.

I would pass you any second now.

Maybe you would catch a wiff of my perfume.

Would you dare to look at me?

Secretly, your eyes avoiding mine ...

Your perfect dream girl.

“Aren't you suppossed to give me something, boy?”

Your heart was making overtime.

You had stopped in your tracks, right in front of me.

Your face turning red. Lips and knees trembling. My perfume entering your nose.

“I need lunch? Don't I?”

“God you boys are such losers!”

“Come on! Get that wallet out and give me some cash for a sandwich and a coke.”

From the corner of your eye you saw my hand stretched out. Ready to recieve.

“Or even better. Go and get and it for me! A sandwich with tomato, ham and lettuce and a coke. I don't want to wait in line. Servants like you can do that for me!”

“ Hurry! I will be waiting in the smoking area outside.”

You collected all your courage to confirm my demands.

“ Yes Goddess”, the guy next to you said.

And I was already walking away.

Not noticing you.

Maybe it would be your turn next time.

Maybe never.

So many losers to tease and torture.

So many piggies dreaming of serving me.

Isn't it about time you stopped dreaming?