Dreaming through multiverse or Just another Adventure

I don think weve met, whats your name? Im John, but you already heard that a few minutes ago.

– Pamela Queen, its very nice to meet you officially. Although we go to the same literature and drawing class, we haven talked before.

– Im sorry if I offended you, you know, until recently I didn pay much attention to classmates and surrounding people in general, hahahah.

– I can understand, its okay.

– Thanks.

Their handshake a bit too long, breaking contact Pamela didn know what else to say, but John, being no longer an old himself, but a new one, quickly found a topic for conversation. Favorite movies, rock bands, food, games and so on.

Five minutes before the start of classes, John got up from the table, said goodbye to everyone, winked at Pamela and left the backyard under the pretext of classes starting soon.

Walking through the corridors of the building, the guy remembered where his locker was and what lesson he had first on schedule. Finding his locker in a dense row of metal doors, John opened the combination lock. Immediately after opening, magazines of ambiguous content with naked women fell out of the locker onto the floor. And there was a note on the inside of the door.

= Another surprise from your good old Johnny, if you haven noticed yet, then youve just been **ed hard. Have a nice day Mr. porn magazine lover ahahahha. =

The children, who were at the neighboring lockers and passing by along the corridor, stared at a small mountain of waste paper with frozen faces. Some girls blushed and turned away, others showed their disgust, some guys smiled while others imperceptibly gave a thumbs up, and one of them patted the frozen John on the shoulder, saying something like – ”I respect your courage, you
e a real man. ”And disappeared into the crowd.

– Fuck!

John swore in a calm, confident and dispassionate voice. Starting to carefully collect the scattered magazines, he did not notice how a modestly dressed woman with glasses was walking along the corridor. The students hurried to their classes, leaving the guy alone. One of the magazines flew farther than the others, and it was the one which woman picked up, coming closer and closer to Jonathan, who was busy cleaning.

– Thats a stupid asshole, **ed me up. Well, never mind, Ill play on your girlfriend so much that even your **ing ghost will feel it. Although its a great joke, Ill have to find out where Julians locker is. Hahahah

Muttering curses to himself about his past self, the guy did not notice the lady standing next to him, who perfectly heard him and saw every cover in his hands.

– And who do you hate so much, Mr. Vic, that you are ready, as you put it, to ”Play ” on this mans girlfriend. Maybe I should inform the director and maybe the police about everything I heard and saw?

Cold sweat was pouring down Johns back in drops, if it happens as the voice said, it will be difficult for him to explain everything. Turning towards the speaker, still tightly clutching picture books for children from 18 to 100+, the guy saw the same woman with the same elastic ass that his girlfriend was talking about.

-Oh, Miss Smith, what are you doing here?And it probably seemed to you that I was definitely silent for the last few minutes, and magazines are just material for drawings, I have recently become interested in painting and portraits. You probably know that the most difficult thing in drawing a person is a properly constructed anatomy of the body.

– Are you saying that you keep a mountain of porn in your locker as references to the human body?

-Thats right.

Miss Smith picked up the magazine she was holding, looked at it, and then turned the cover to John.

– And this copy of ”Big-boobed Asian girls tied up in the basement ” is also just a reference, if I understood everything correctly?

… ”What an asshole you are, old John, ” the guy cursed again.

– Yes, it is. I can get the reference material back, otherwise Ill be late for class.

Jonathan tried to carefully pick up the magazine. Miss Smith held it in a death grip, not giving the guy the opportunity to quickly hush up everything and escape. After a minute of intense tug-of-war for porn, Lavender Smith let go of the glossy magazine.

– Be careful with your references next time, Mr. Vic. This time I will close my eyes to what happened, but know that you owe me. Do not forget to pick up this literature from school, next time you may not be so lucky with witnesses and you will go straight to the principals office.

– Thank you, Miss Smith, I assure you, this will not happen again.

-I hope so, Mr. Vic.

Putting the thick stack of magazines back in the locker, John slammed the door and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

– Goodbye Miss Smith, Ill see you in your lesson.

– See you later, Mr. Vic.

John was almost running away from the teacher, afraid to stay even a second longer than necessary, and felt that the crisis had passed only after entering the chemistry class. If he had turned around in the direction of Lavender Smith, who was looking at the back of the fleeing guy, he would have seen the eyes burning with desire and a predatory smile on the face of a modest teacher who accompanied Johns back to the end of the corridor.

– So the game begins !

The English teacher muttered.