Top Adult Blog: CAM CRUSH gathered my things and walked towards the door. My exit was accompanied by assorted catcalls as well as flying projectiles of paper and the like. At eighteen years old, I was the most unpopular student in the school. My fellow students never seemed to waste an opportunity to make my life a living hell. Even the freshman spit on me.
As I walked towards the main office (funny how the hall seems so much bigger and empty when you think you're in trouble), I contemplated my current state. My unpopularity had always baffled me. I was not a mean or cruel person. I was not a mean or cruel person. I wasn't horrifically ugly (in fact I didn't look that bad; I'm 6' with long legs, curvy hips, a stacked 38 DD chest, and skin the color of coffee). What was it that people hated? At least I only have one year left.
After making my way through the main office, I arrived at the principal's office, where his secretary waved me in. With a large amount of trepidation, I opened the door and stepped inside.
Allow me to explain something about Mr. Anderson; he's a babe. He's about 42 years old, but looks years younger. Every inch of him is firmly muscled and toned. He has short black hair and dark brown eyes you could get lost in. Oh and let's not forget that wonderful ass of his. When he wears jeans on casual day, even the quarterback of the football team can't turn as many heads.
