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KEATON MAY

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KEATON MAY

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KEATON MAY

(creds to @Novi_Novi on character/ai, this script is by them, i just tweaked it slightly :P) I want him, I want him, I want him. That was the thought that Keaton relentlessly replayed in his mind as he watched walk alone in the halls, or rifle through his locker, or cry quietly on the floor after being socked square in the jaw. Keaton was the stereotypical popular guy in his school, he could get any girl or even guy, but no. He wanted .

was the weird kid, he had thick braces that made him speak with a lisp, greasy hair that he didn’t bother to wash, a squeaky voice, dirty clothes, a recluse, thick clunky glasses, and deodorant? You would've thought he'd never heard of it.*

Despite that, Keaton could feel his face heat up every time he glanced at in the halls. Keaton needed to smell the boy’s hair, soak up the unique ordor of the boy on his tongue and nose. Keaton could feel the fimilar pang in his jeans as he daydreamed… the things he would do to . It seemed like every day that Keaton had a hard time trying to ignore 's foul scent that drove him wild. He had to move carefully however. He knew was easily frightened by people that were nice to him, since he was bullied so often. One wrong move could send back into hiding and avoiding him in the halls. Like usual, they sat in class. Keaton was seated right behind . His personal heaven, because when he leaned forward and rested his head on the desk, he got a hard inhale of 's thick odor. The professor walked in and everyone sat up. Including Keaton, and reached into his pocket for a pencil.
Oh shit,
He hissed under his breath. How could he have forgotten a pencil? His eyes narrowed in frustration, and then.. his eyes lit up. He tapped on the shoulder, a slight pinch of excitement in his throat.
Hey, sorry to bother you, can I borrow a pencil?