Fic: Always On My Mind
Title: Always On My Mind
Pairing: Fem!Dean/Fem!Sam (Deanna/Samantha)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2615
Feedback: Would be welcome :)
Summary: The two sisters have an English assignment to do together that gets a little out of hand.
Warning: Mutual masturbation. (Porn, porn, porn.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone in this fic.
Author's Note: This is also for spnfemslashweek. It's a HighSchool!AU for Supernatural. But I thought it would also be fun to do something like a fic or drabble or such every day in December. Like an advent calendar or something like that. Idk. I'll try it out either way and see how it goes. So this is my kick start for it. (Even though it's technically the second of December now. Whoops.)
The first week of school was always a little tricky. For Samantha, it meant trying to find a group of friends to fit in with. For the past several years she had always been at the front of the class or at the side, being the 'nerd' or ‘geek’ of her grade. Everyone picked on her for liking Star Wars and getting the highest grade in almost every subject. When all the other groups of kids were kissing their love interests in the bathrooms or wanting to go partying, Samantha was sat in a corner scribbling in her notebook wildly.
This year, Mr. Zachariah, the English teacher assigned them to write an essay on the first day. He dispersed everyone to pairs and told them to write essays about something that the other one was very passionate about. The main point of it, he explained, was to get to know others better and to have a more 'open mind'. They had done something similar to this last year which had gone terribly wrong, so Samantha had been dreading it the whole day and just sulked in her seat.
By the end of the class, Samantha found out that she had been assigned to her older sister. Her sister whom everyone thought wasn't related to her because of the blonde hair, loud music, dirty clothes, rolled up sleeves and odd smell of salt attached to her clothes. Sam had been raised by her sister, yet she was nothing like her. She was practically the exact opposite of her. Deanna was usually there, standing up for Samantha when she got bullied or teased. Even if the rest of the time Deanna ignored her, Sam appreciated her sister more than she said she did. But right now, Sam just brushed it off like it was nothing important and watched her at the other end of the class, moaning to her friends sarcastically.
After the rest of their classes, Samantha saw that Deanna was waiting in the hallway for her. She had been in History class blabbering with her teacher, Lucy, for a while now and wondered if her sister had waited that whole time for her to come out.
"What was taking you so long?"
"I thought this History class was interesting."
"Yeah, whatever. Why don't we get this English assignment thing over and do it at home. Maybe we'll go get some pie to celebrate after we're done."
"I thought the pie was always before the homework for you."
"Well, it's you, so this assignment should be pretty easy to get done. Plus, the sooner the better. Right?"
"Alright. Now you're starting to not sound like my sister at all."
Deanna rolled her eyes and walked to the school doors. They strolled down the street without a word after that. The sisters had always walked to their house, because on the bus Samantha would get bullied way too easily. Plus, when they walked, it would lead them right into the little bakery that Deanna loved to get pies from.
-
When they arrived at their house on the very end of the street, they realized that the house was empty. Usually there was their father who walked about the house, who grumbled under his breath about his work. He would be gone for most of the day and got home later at night, the two sisters knew this, but there were the occasional days where he was home earlier.
Deanna opened the fridge to grab a bottle of beer before she headed right to her bedroom and dropped her binders on her bed. Samantha, with a nervous step, walked into the room. It was decorated with black paint, AC/DC posters and the desks were piled with cassette tapes. Her sister had left enough room on the bed for her, so she placed herself at the very corner.
“You know, I’m kind of glad I got you for the assignment because this should be relatively easy,” Deanna stated as she flipped through some papers and ran a finger down some paragraphs of text. She took a swig out of her already-opened beer bottle and placed it on her nightstand afterwards.
“Yeah, same. Although… I might’ve preferred to be with someone else for a challenge.”
"Well, at least you didn't get that guy Gabriel, he seemed a little annoying."
“He seemed okay. Maybe… maybe Anna or Ruby might’ve been my choice.”
“Those girls? What, do you find them pretty?”
“Sure. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. You know… I had Anna in my group of friends for about a week last year. I hung out with her and we almost had sex. It was pretty hot, but it turns out that sometimes she can be a little bit of a whore with girls. I did see her eyeing Anna in the girl’s bathroom the other day.”
Sam nodded slightly, like she knew Deanna was being sarcastic, looked down and opened her English binder. She fidgeted with her pencil as she gazed at Deanna again.
“Right. So… Sammy, what do you like? Other than your crappy music taste and weird health obsession, because I do not get why you’re that way. So writing about it would be ten times harder.”
Sam bit down on her lower lip in concentration for a while.
“I like when dad lets you practice shooting and you lend me the gun. Or when you draw lines of salt around my bed when you think I’m sleeping so that nothing will hurt me.”
“Okay, let’s not get sappy Sam. Those things are hard to write about…” Her eyes looked Samantha up and down, almost scared. Neither of them moved except for Sam’s constant hand-fidgeting.
“I can’t think of anything else”, Sam muttered after a few minutes of silence.
“For me, it’s easy, it would either have be pie, beer, hunting, or…” She sighed at the last part like she had forgotten what to say.
“Or what?”
“I was about to say either girls or protecting you.”
“Girls?” Sam’s frowned face immediately glanced up at the sound of that and ignored the other part.
“I… I think I meant to say boys there. That was awkward.”
“No, Deanna. I think you meant to say girls.”
“Don’t argue with me! I know what I like…”
“Sure. Like you don’t stay in the bathroom moaning girl’s names or stand in the aisle of the grocery shop staring at the boobs on women’s magazines. Or enjoy talking about how pretty the ‘girlfriends’ you have are. Or even stand frozen in the changing rooms for Gym while you examine your friends in just their bras.”
Deanna squinted her eyes at her sister. Her face seemed to muster up a big, dark blush that was clearly visible. She gulped before she talked back.
“And how exactly do you know that?”
“I know you, you’re my sister. And I’ve known you for several years now. Don’t think I wouldn’t notice all of that.”
“You know… I can’t recall a time where your interests have been normal, Sam. I can still remember that time that you came into my room and caught-”
“Let’s just get back to our work”, Sam interrupted, her head titled downwards at her binder. She adjusted her seating position so that she was on her knees.
“Let me finish!” Deanna barked back. “I still remember that time that you caught me masturbating in my room a couple years back and you just stood there until I had to get up to shoo you away. And when you kept placing your hand on my thigh when we were fixing-”
“Stop!” Samantha threw both of her fists on the bed and leaned forwards. Deanna inclined forwards as well, in her cross-legged position. Their eyes met and initiated a long, tense staring contest.
Two strong hands whacked Samantha right at her jaw and pulled her in with a strong grip. She lost her balance as she was pulled towards Deanna; their faces smacked together. Deanna’s lips ended up kissing the side of her Sam’s lips. By the time Samantha had adjusted her balance and position again, Deanna had pulled herself to her sister’s height. Her foot hit the small pile of binders behind her to the floor and almost whipped a pillow away as well.
Sam got frightened when the girl jumped on her again. This time, one of her hands tangled into Samantha’s hair and tugged it in her direction. The intense kiss made Sam fall backwards onto Deanna. Her arms waved around in a wild manner, not knowing what exactly was going on. After Deanna had let their lips unlock, she looked up at Sam. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply before she grabbed Samantha’s shoulders, and with all her force, flipped her over.
“W-why are you doing this?” Samantha asked before anymore lips started touching any body parts.
“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.”
“I…” Deanna shut her sister’s mouth with a small peck of her lips before she talked again. “I-I know I like it, but I don’t know what you’d think of me. Usually I don’t care, but…”
“Oh, shut up Sammy. You are by far the weirdest person I know, but I don’t care that you like this. I like this too and I can’t deny it. All those times I did stare at boobs and dream about being a lesbian, I thought about how it would be like for you. They say it’s in the genetics sometimes. So I kept thinking about you and I ended up having fucked up fantasies about you. It was all-”
This time it was Samantha that shut her up. The ponytail Deanna was wearing today let her grab her open neck and pull her down to meet her lips again. Samantha was rough; her tongue plunged into Deanna’s mouth and started to lick the edges of her cheek and along her teeth before meeting with a new tongue. Deanna’s hands started to scavenge everywhere on Sam. Thumbs brushed up and down on her bra, right on the spot where her nipples were. Another hand massaged her shoulder deeply, slid to trace where her clavicle would be and ended up trying to tear into her tight shirt.
Sam’s brunette hair scattered on the pillows in waves as she tossed her head left and right when Deanna wasn’t in her mouth. Her exposed neck had begun being sucked and bit up and down. Moans escaped her, sheets were being tightened at the sudden grasps of her hands, her pelvis thrust upwards to meet Deanna’s body; Samantha was experiencing pure pleasure.
When the blonde stopped, Sam whined and opened her eyes. It appeared that Deanna was now concentrated on how to get her own jeans off. She struggled a lot with her zipper and finally got it opened, which then made her wiggle herself out of them. Samantha watched as she threw them across the room like they were something possessed that she never wanted to see again. When she turned back to Sam, a wicked smirk crawled onto her face. Deanna’s hands slithered up Sam’s legs in search of her own zipper.
It was an equal aggravating yank that pulled Samantha’s jeans off. When they were pulled off, and thrown across the room like Deanna had done with hers, Samantha laid back into the pillows and watched as fingers worked up her soft legs. They stretched automatically and pulled up to wrap around Deanna’s body when she inched forwards to concentrate at her chest.
Buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned incredibly fast; it was almost like Deanna had been training for this. When the shirt was opened and splayed outwards, Deanna squished Sam’s breasts in her palms for a quick second. They fit nicely and were warm under her fingers. Samantha pushed herself upwards to help with taking off the shirt and bra. It felt hot when their two bodies were so close together and when their bare skin accidentally touched, a shiver went through both of them. They didn’t say a word to each other during this whole process, however, there were small kisses planted on foreheads, shoulders, and lips. There were kisses everywhere, and looks. The looks and bends of their lips, along with dimples in their cheeks, made both of them react with shudders or gulps or nervousness each time.
Deanna only had a dark sweatshirt on, and when she pulled it over her shoulders, it revealed that she didn’t have a bra. Sam’s mouth released a quick huff at the sight of her sister’s breasts. She had seen them before many times, whether it was an accident or not, but seeing them now and having thoughts about her without a bra at school made her suddenly twitch and squirm her hips.
The blonde teenager shot her sweatshirt and Sam’s shirt off to the side. Her attention was now to Sam’s soft skin. Hands with wide spread fingers pushed her down into the mattress even more and felt the entire surface that they could cover. Groans and short-cut breaths escaped Sam as the hands kept toying with her nipples and flying over places that made her arch her body. Deanna’s hands ventured downwards into the crease of her hips and thighs. One of the hands casually slid into the green panties of Sam, while the other caressed a hip bone.
Their gaze connected as the two were finally at the same height. Deanna went in for a kiss; as she did this, her fingers slipped over Samantha’s clit. A howl-like moan came from her as Deanna slightly bit her lower lip and nudged her clit simultaneously. The hands of the brunette went around Deanna’s back and into her boxers, and her feet slipped to snuggle under her bottom. A hand of hers did the best it could to squish through the space they had left in between them to go right into those warm, well-fitted boxers.
Like it was a challenge to her, Deanna squeezed two fingers on the sizes of Sam’s vagina lips and wiggled them consecutively. In response, Sam’s breath hitched, and panted in short gasps. She barely had much strength of her own, but she forced herself not to be the submissive one in this situation. Her thumb and pointer finger pinched Deanna’s clit and did the same action, tugging at it several times to add some pressure.
This time, it was Deanna who released a wheeze and hiss of satisfaction of her own. They kept doing this for several minutes; kissing each other with their tongues lashing together, and exploring each other. When each of them found a motion that made the other’s eyes widen and almost roll backwards into their own skull, they kept going. A murmur of moans grew louder as they kept going, until Samantha let out a loud, extended moan. Her body arched into Deanna’s. That action made Deanna ejaculate consecutively; the deeper and harder motion of Sam’s hands against her clitoris drove her right off the edge and her moan joined as well.
-
Samantha was held against her sister’s chest, her legs cradled over one of Deanna’s.
“I don’t even remember what we were doing before this.” Deanna said aloud as she caught her breath.
“We were doing that assignment for English.”
Deanna lifted herself up with her elbows. A smirk grew in a mischievous manner on her lips as she looked at her sister.
“I think I know what I’m writing about now.”
“Oh. Don’t you dare. You’re going to fail and probably go to detention if you write about that.”
“I don’t care. I’ll be right and you know it.”
Pairing: Fem!Dean/Fem!Sam (Deanna/Samantha)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2615
Feedback: Would be welcome :)
Summary: The two sisters have an English assignment to do together that gets a little out of hand.
Warning: Mutual masturbation. (Porn, porn, porn.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone in this fic.
Author's Note: This is also for spnfemslashweek. It's a HighSchool!AU for Supernatural. But I thought it would also be fun to do something like a fic or drabble or such every day in December. Like an advent calendar or something like that. Idk. I'll try it out either way and see how it goes. So this is my kick start for it. (Even though it's technically the second of December now. Whoops.)
The first week of school was always a little tricky. For Samantha, it meant trying to find a group of friends to fit in with. For the past several years she had always been at the front of the class or at the side, being the 'nerd' or ‘geek’ of her grade. Everyone picked on her for liking Star Wars and getting the highest grade in almost every subject. When all the other groups of kids were kissing their love interests in the bathrooms or wanting to go partying, Samantha was sat in a corner scribbling in her notebook wildly.
This year, Mr. Zachariah, the English teacher assigned them to write an essay on the first day. He dispersed everyone to pairs and told them to write essays about something that the other one was very passionate about. The main point of it, he explained, was to get to know others better and to have a more 'open mind'. They had done something similar to this last year which had gone terribly wrong, so Samantha had been dreading it the whole day and just sulked in her seat.
By the end of the class, Samantha found out that she had been assigned to her older sister. Her sister whom everyone thought wasn't related to her because of the blonde hair, loud music, dirty clothes, rolled up sleeves and odd smell of salt attached to her clothes. Sam had been raised by her sister, yet she was nothing like her. She was practically the exact opposite of her. Deanna was usually there, standing up for Samantha when she got bullied or teased. Even if the rest of the time Deanna ignored her, Sam appreciated her sister more than she said she did. But right now, Sam just brushed it off like it was nothing important and watched her at the other end of the class, moaning to her friends sarcastically.
After the rest of their classes, Samantha saw that Deanna was waiting in the hallway for her. She had been in History class blabbering with her teacher, Lucy, for a while now and wondered if her sister had waited that whole time for her to come out.
"What was taking you so long?"
"I thought this History class was interesting."
"Yeah, whatever. Why don't we get this English assignment thing over and do it at home. Maybe we'll go get some pie to celebrate after we're done."
"I thought the pie was always before the homework for you."
"Well, it's you, so this assignment should be pretty easy to get done. Plus, the sooner the better. Right?"
"Alright. Now you're starting to not sound like my sister at all."
Deanna rolled her eyes and walked to the school doors. They strolled down the street without a word after that. The sisters had always walked to their house, because on the bus Samantha would get bullied way too easily. Plus, when they walked, it would lead them right into the little bakery that Deanna loved to get pies from.
-
When they arrived at their house on the very end of the street, they realized that the house was empty. Usually there was their father who walked about the house, who grumbled under his breath about his work. He would be gone for most of the day and got home later at night, the two sisters knew this, but there were the occasional days where he was home earlier.
Deanna opened the fridge to grab a bottle of beer before she headed right to her bedroom and dropped her binders on her bed. Samantha, with a nervous step, walked into the room. It was decorated with black paint, AC/DC posters and the desks were piled with cassette tapes. Her sister had left enough room on the bed for her, so she placed herself at the very corner.
“You know, I’m kind of glad I got you for the assignment because this should be relatively easy,” Deanna stated as she flipped through some papers and ran a finger down some paragraphs of text. She took a swig out of her already-opened beer bottle and placed it on her nightstand afterwards.
“Yeah, same. Although… I might’ve preferred to be with someone else for a challenge.”
"Well, at least you didn't get that guy Gabriel, he seemed a little annoying."
“He seemed okay. Maybe… maybe Anna or Ruby might’ve been my choice.”
“Those girls? What, do you find them pretty?”
“Sure. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. You know… I had Anna in my group of friends for about a week last year. I hung out with her and we almost had sex. It was pretty hot, but it turns out that sometimes she can be a little bit of a whore with girls. I did see her eyeing Anna in the girl’s bathroom the other day.”
Sam nodded slightly, like she knew Deanna was being sarcastic, looked down and opened her English binder. She fidgeted with her pencil as she gazed at Deanna again.
“Right. So… Sammy, what do you like? Other than your crappy music taste and weird health obsession, because I do not get why you’re that way. So writing about it would be ten times harder.”
Sam bit down on her lower lip in concentration for a while.
“I like when dad lets you practice shooting and you lend me the gun. Or when you draw lines of salt around my bed when you think I’m sleeping so that nothing will hurt me.”
“Okay, let’s not get sappy Sam. Those things are hard to write about…” Her eyes looked Samantha up and down, almost scared. Neither of them moved except for Sam’s constant hand-fidgeting.
“I can’t think of anything else”, Sam muttered after a few minutes of silence.
“For me, it’s easy, it would either have be pie, beer, hunting, or…” She sighed at the last part like she had forgotten what to say.
“Or what?”
“I was about to say either girls or protecting you.”
“Girls?” Sam’s frowned face immediately glanced up at the sound of that and ignored the other part.
“I… I think I meant to say boys there. That was awkward.”
“No, Deanna. I think you meant to say girls.”
“Don’t argue with me! I know what I like…”
“Sure. Like you don’t stay in the bathroom moaning girl’s names or stand in the aisle of the grocery shop staring at the boobs on women’s magazines. Or enjoy talking about how pretty the ‘girlfriends’ you have are. Or even stand frozen in the changing rooms for Gym while you examine your friends in just their bras.”
Deanna squinted her eyes at her sister. Her face seemed to muster up a big, dark blush that was clearly visible. She gulped before she talked back.
“And how exactly do you know that?”
“I know you, you’re my sister. And I’ve known you for several years now. Don’t think I wouldn’t notice all of that.”
“You know… I can’t recall a time where your interests have been normal, Sam. I can still remember that time that you came into my room and caught-”
“Let’s just get back to our work”, Sam interrupted, her head titled downwards at her binder. She adjusted her seating position so that she was on her knees.
“Let me finish!” Deanna barked back. “I still remember that time that you caught me masturbating in my room a couple years back and you just stood there until I had to get up to shoo you away. And when you kept placing your hand on my thigh when we were fixing-”
“Stop!” Samantha threw both of her fists on the bed and leaned forwards. Deanna inclined forwards as well, in her cross-legged position. Their eyes met and initiated a long, tense staring contest.
Two strong hands whacked Samantha right at her jaw and pulled her in with a strong grip. She lost her balance as she was pulled towards Deanna; their faces smacked together. Deanna’s lips ended up kissing the side of her Sam’s lips. By the time Samantha had adjusted her balance and position again, Deanna had pulled herself to her sister’s height. Her foot hit the small pile of binders behind her to the floor and almost whipped a pillow away as well.
Sam got frightened when the girl jumped on her again. This time, one of her hands tangled into Samantha’s hair and tugged it in her direction. The intense kiss made Sam fall backwards onto Deanna. Her arms waved around in a wild manner, not knowing what exactly was going on. After Deanna had let their lips unlock, she looked up at Sam. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply before she grabbed Samantha’s shoulders, and with all her force, flipped her over.
“W-why are you doing this?” Samantha asked before anymore lips started touching any body parts.
“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.”
“I…” Deanna shut her sister’s mouth with a small peck of her lips before she talked again. “I-I know I like it, but I don’t know what you’d think of me. Usually I don’t care, but…”
“Oh, shut up Sammy. You are by far the weirdest person I know, but I don’t care that you like this. I like this too and I can’t deny it. All those times I did stare at boobs and dream about being a lesbian, I thought about how it would be like for you. They say it’s in the genetics sometimes. So I kept thinking about you and I ended up having fucked up fantasies about you. It was all-”
This time it was Samantha that shut her up. The ponytail Deanna was wearing today let her grab her open neck and pull her down to meet her lips again. Samantha was rough; her tongue plunged into Deanna’s mouth and started to lick the edges of her cheek and along her teeth before meeting with a new tongue. Deanna’s hands started to scavenge everywhere on Sam. Thumbs brushed up and down on her bra, right on the spot where her nipples were. Another hand massaged her shoulder deeply, slid to trace where her clavicle would be and ended up trying to tear into her tight shirt.
Sam’s brunette hair scattered on the pillows in waves as she tossed her head left and right when Deanna wasn’t in her mouth. Her exposed neck had begun being sucked and bit up and down. Moans escaped her, sheets were being tightened at the sudden grasps of her hands, her pelvis thrust upwards to meet Deanna’s body; Samantha was experiencing pure pleasure.
When the blonde stopped, Sam whined and opened her eyes. It appeared that Deanna was now concentrated on how to get her own jeans off. She struggled a lot with her zipper and finally got it opened, which then made her wiggle herself out of them. Samantha watched as she threw them across the room like they were something possessed that she never wanted to see again. When she turned back to Sam, a wicked smirk crawled onto her face. Deanna’s hands slithered up Sam’s legs in search of her own zipper.
It was an equal aggravating yank that pulled Samantha’s jeans off. When they were pulled off, and thrown across the room like Deanna had done with hers, Samantha laid back into the pillows and watched as fingers worked up her soft legs. They stretched automatically and pulled up to wrap around Deanna’s body when she inched forwards to concentrate at her chest.
Buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned incredibly fast; it was almost like Deanna had been training for this. When the shirt was opened and splayed outwards, Deanna squished Sam’s breasts in her palms for a quick second. They fit nicely and were warm under her fingers. Samantha pushed herself upwards to help with taking off the shirt and bra. It felt hot when their two bodies were so close together and when their bare skin accidentally touched, a shiver went through both of them. They didn’t say a word to each other during this whole process, however, there were small kisses planted on foreheads, shoulders, and lips. There were kisses everywhere, and looks. The looks and bends of their lips, along with dimples in their cheeks, made both of them react with shudders or gulps or nervousness each time.
Deanna only had a dark sweatshirt on, and when she pulled it over her shoulders, it revealed that she didn’t have a bra. Sam’s mouth released a quick huff at the sight of her sister’s breasts. She had seen them before many times, whether it was an accident or not, but seeing them now and having thoughts about her without a bra at school made her suddenly twitch and squirm her hips.
The blonde teenager shot her sweatshirt and Sam’s shirt off to the side. Her attention was now to Sam’s soft skin. Hands with wide spread fingers pushed her down into the mattress even more and felt the entire surface that they could cover. Groans and short-cut breaths escaped Sam as the hands kept toying with her nipples and flying over places that made her arch her body. Deanna’s hands ventured downwards into the crease of her hips and thighs. One of the hands casually slid into the green panties of Sam, while the other caressed a hip bone.
Their gaze connected as the two were finally at the same height. Deanna went in for a kiss; as she did this, her fingers slipped over Samantha’s clit. A howl-like moan came from her as Deanna slightly bit her lower lip and nudged her clit simultaneously. The hands of the brunette went around Deanna’s back and into her boxers, and her feet slipped to snuggle under her bottom. A hand of hers did the best it could to squish through the space they had left in between them to go right into those warm, well-fitted boxers.
Like it was a challenge to her, Deanna squeezed two fingers on the sizes of Sam’s vagina lips and wiggled them consecutively. In response, Sam’s breath hitched, and panted in short gasps. She barely had much strength of her own, but she forced herself not to be the submissive one in this situation. Her thumb and pointer finger pinched Deanna’s clit and did the same action, tugging at it several times to add some pressure.
This time, it was Deanna who released a wheeze and hiss of satisfaction of her own. They kept doing this for several minutes; kissing each other with their tongues lashing together, and exploring each other. When each of them found a motion that made the other’s eyes widen and almost roll backwards into their own skull, they kept going. A murmur of moans grew louder as they kept going, until Samantha let out a loud, extended moan. Her body arched into Deanna’s. That action made Deanna ejaculate consecutively; the deeper and harder motion of Sam’s hands against her clitoris drove her right off the edge and her moan joined as well.
-
Samantha was held against her sister’s chest, her legs cradled over one of Deanna’s.
“I don’t even remember what we were doing before this.” Deanna said aloud as she caught her breath.
“We were doing that assignment for English.”
Deanna lifted herself up with her elbows. A smirk grew in a mischievous manner on her lips as she looked at her sister.
“I think I know what I’m writing about now.”
“Oh. Don’t you dare. You’re going to fail and probably go to detention if you write about that.”
“I don’t care. I’ll be right and you know it.”