#molphin

[ PLUPHIN: A plumephilia-in-nature term; inclusive of gender, but not exclusively a gender-in-nature.

[ MOLPHIN: A molophilia-in-nature term; inclusive of gender, but not exclusively a gender-in-nature.

[ AUMOLPHIN: An automolophilia-in-nature term; inclusive of gender, but not exclusively a gender-in-nature.

[ AUPSIPHIN: A autopsiophilia-in-nature term; inclusive of gender, but not exclusively a gender-in-nature.

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Previous Chapter

Morgan desperately tried to cool off her of cherry red face as she and Everett conversed with each other. They neared the Social Studies classroom when they heard Cissa yelling at them from down the hallway.

“EMO BOY! MOLPHIN! STOP FLIRTING WITH EACH OTHER AND GET BOTH YOUR ASSES INTO SOCIAL STUDIES.”

Everett and Morgan both glanced at each other and blushed. As Morgan walked into the classroom she noticed that there fellow peers were lined up against the back wall. Morgan stood by her friend Caitlin and bent down to whisper to her.

“What’s going on?” Morgan asked.

“We’re switching seats. Maybe you and Everett will sit next to each other.”

Morgan glared at her friend. Caitlin made an air heart with her hands before whispering.

“Meverett for life.”

Morgan smacked her on the back of her head. Caitlin kicked Morgan in the shins, and Morgan had to hold back a yelp of pain when Caitlin did so. Mr. Kennedy stood up in front of the room and began to tell everybody their new seats.

“Somebody skipped leg day again.” Caitlin muttered. Morgan choked down a laugh at that comment. Mr. Kennedy pointed at the last two seats in the back of the classroom.

“Everett and Morgan will sit there.”

Caitlin whistled lowly after he announced that. “There are many things you could do back there without anybody else noticing.” She remarked. Morgan suddenly felt the need to cry. Her friends kept saying that her and Everett were the perfect match, but Morgan truly doesn’t see it.

Morgan dropped her bag beside her desk and slunk into her chair. Everett glanced over at her before facing the front of the room. As Mr. Kennedy began his social studies lecture, Morgan fell asleep.

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Morgan awoke to the sound of Mr. Kennedy screaming detention. ‘Who the fuck made him that angry?’ She thought. She listed her head to see Mr. Kennedy’s finger pointing towards the back of the classroom, right at Everett.

No, no, no, no, no! This couldn’t be happening. If he got detention then-. The realization dawned on Morgan. If he got detention then that meant they have to go to detention together after school! As she heard the bell ring; she quickly packed up her bag and attempted to put on a calm demeanor as she walked out the door.

-

Morgan was so proud of herself. She successfully avoided Everett all day today. She found an excuse to get out of the situation any time he attempted to talk to her.

Her stomach dropped as the final bell of the day rung. She was dreading sharing detention with him. She couldn’t get out of this. Her head hung low as she trudged along the hallway. Students all around her were whooping with joy since they got to leave school. They didn’t have to be in a room with there arch nemesis.

Morgan didn’t understand why her face heated up and why there were butterflies fluttering around in her stomach as she neared the detention room. She knew for a fact she didn’t like him, in fact, she absolutely positively despised him. So why won’t the butterflies in her stomach cease? Her hands started shaking as she opened the door to the detention room. She scoffed and scolded herself quietly. ‘Get a grip.’ She thought.

Her efforts were rendered useless as her face turned an even brighter red and the butterflies best their wings even faster. Her hands began to sweat, so she wiped them across her black leggings quickly. Of course, it’s just her luck that not a single other kid got detention today. Only Everett and another teacher accompanied her in the room.

“Take a seat.” The unknown teacher said. He sounded miserable. Though it was to be expected, who wanted to stay at a school for longer than they should? The chair squeaked as she pulled it out from under the desk. Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. All eyes were on her as she took her seat. The teacher took a deep breathe and explained the rules for detention in a very bland voice.

”Do your work quietly, if you don’t you have to restart your detention another day. If you talk you get a warning, three warnings and you get kicked out and restart your detention another day. I’m going to get something quickly, both of you, behave yourselves.”

Morgan and Everett both nodded and unison as the teacher left the room. The door slammed shut and they both heard the click of the lock. Morgan opened her computer to start her work. She turned her head briefly to see Everett just sitting there and staring intently at her. Morgan opened her mouth to say something but quickly snapped it shut and looked at her computer. He wasn’t worth her time.

Everett on the other hand, was noticing things about Morgan he had never noticed before. He noticed the way her eyebrows slightly furrowed every time she was angry or annoyed. He noticed that she rarely wore any jewelry unless it was the occasional silver bracelet. He noticed how she was always make-up free and how she always wore athletic wear. She rarely wore jeans, and she occasionally straightens her hair, but he always preferred it when it was in her natural curly form. He noticed how her eyes lit up whenever she spoke about soccer or Tom Holland.

He could never understand her obsession with Tom Holland. He always believed Tom Holland was overrated and ugly.

He noticed countless other things about her. If he told his friends about this, they would surely tease him about falling in love with her. He wasn’t in love with her. It was just a crush. His feelings would pass.

Wouldnt they?

Morgan could still feel eyes burning into the side of her head. She whipped her head around to tell him to knock it off, but the words died in her thought as she stared at him. The small sliver of sunlight shining through the window made his earthy brown eyes light up with flecks of gold. His brown curls got even more messy as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Morgan looked down at at her hands and began fiddling with her fingers to look inconspicuous. She let her hair tumble to the side of her head, so she could hide her blush. Everett noticed this and slightly smirked. He knew that she was in denial. He saw her blushing when she dropped her books. He moved out of his desk and walked over to the unoccupied seat beside Morgan.

Morgan moved her hair so if covered her face even more than it did before. Everett smiled at her shyness and picked up his hand. He slowly inches his hand closer to her face, and he moved her hair away from her face and back behind her shoulder. Everett opened his mouth to say something before the door slammed opened and the teacher stepped back into the room.

”Everett, get out. Come back for detention again tomorrow.”

Everett slowly stood up, staring at Morgan the entire time. He grabbed his backpack before walking out the door, never breaking eye contact with Morgan once.

Morgan and the unknown teacher sat in uncomfortable silence for what seemed like eternity, when in fact, it was only fifteen minutes. The ringing of the phone broke the unbearable silence. Morgan sighed in relief as he picked up the phone.

”Hello?”

The teacher went silent to let whoever called him talk.

“Yes, Morgan is here.”

Morgans heart began to race. Who was calling? What happened? Why do they need her? Her left foot began to bounce in anticipation.

”Yes, I’ll let her know.”

The teacher hung up the phone, and turned to face Morgan. Morgan’s breathe caught in her throat as she heard the next words that came out of the teachers mouth.

”You’re needed at the police station.”

Chapter 1: Falling for you

Next

Morgan chewed on her fingernail and sighed as she looked at her closet. She wished she had nicer clothing to wear to school today, but all the clothing that she likes are either in the wash or in her hamper.

She pulled the maroon hoodie over her head and jumped into her leggings. She looked at her nightstand to see a silver bracelet that had two hearts interlacing each other in the center of it. It was a friendship bracelet that was gifted to her by her friend, Caitlin. She snatched the bracelet of the nightstand quickly and adjusted it onto her wrist.

Morgan styled her unruly dirty blond curly hair the best she could. Turning and looking down to her right, she grabbed her sneakers and slid them onto her feet quickly. She tied them tightly before hopping down the stairs to greet her mother.

Morgan waved to her mom before going into the kitchen to grab something to eat. She opened a drawer to find one last pack of Little Bite muffins. She looked around discreetly to see if her brother was anywhere near, for he would certainly freak out if he found out she took the last one.

Deciding that she was safe, Morgan opened the pack and took a bite of the fluffy delicacy. She chomped down the last three muffins as fast as she could once she heard her brother coming down the stairs. She threw away the packet, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door. Her mom blew her an air kiss on the way out.

Morgan kept her eyes trained to her shoes as she trudged along the path to school. She silently muttered, “fuck” under her breath as she realized she had S.T.E.M today. There were two things she absolutely hated about S.T.E.M. Number one was the teacher. He certainly needed to invest in a bra. The teacher wear tight shirts, leaving little to the imagination, especially when he bends over your desk to check your work.

The second thing she hated is a boy in her class. He was the most idiotic, stupid prick she has ever had the displeasure of meeting. One time he even told her that a school, that is very much real, doesn’t even exist. She feels like she loses brain cells whenever she goes near him.

Morgan scoffed at her thoughts as she walked up the entrance stairs to her school. She pushed on the glass door and stomped her feet on the black rug to get rid of any excess mud on the soles of her shoes. She snatched her phone out of her back pocket and checked the time.

‘7:57’

She stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and dragged her feet to S.T.E.M. Turning the classroom door knob painfully slow; Morgan stepped into the classroom. The whole class turned their attention to her so quickly it made her feel like she was a celebrity. Mr. Flath cleared his throat to gain the classes attention again as Morgan sat down into her seat.

“Morgan, why were you late?” Mr. Flath inquired.

Morgan was flabbergasted as she looked at the clock by the door. School doesn’t start until 8, it was 7:59. Morgan turned her attention back to Mr. Flath.

“School doesn’t start until-” Morgan got cut off my Mr. Flaths voice.

“I don’t care when school starts. Why were you late?” Mr. Flath looked at her expectingly.

The whole class looked around at eachother. Everybody seemed confused by his statement. What makes it even worse is that you can’t say that Mr. Flath is just confused because he’s old. He’s not even old enough to get stuff ‘confused.’

“Well if you cant answer then I’m marking you as late.”

Morgan subtly rolled her eyes so the teacher wouldn’t notice. Mr. Flath plopped down in his black leather chair, and turned to face his computer. The speaker from his computer crackled as the morning announcements came on.

Morgan took pity on some of the kids. This one boy kept on stuttering as he read the paper given to him.

Mr. Flath abruptly stood up and began explaining the directions for class today; even though nobody could hear him since he was speaking over the announcements. Just as the announcements came to a halt, so did Mr. Flath’s directions.

Morgan rolled her eyes once more as she opened up her computer. ‘Hopefully he posted the directions on the classroom.’ She thought to herself. As she scrolled through the directions for the S.T.E.M project today; she felt a piece of paper hit the back of her head.

She knew exactly who had thrown it.

Morgan ignored Everett’s snickering. She turned her attention back to her computer and began reading the instructions once more; only to be interrupted, again. Morgan turned around and slammed her hands on the back of her chair. She was absolutely infuriated.

“If you don’t stop throwing paper at me I’m going to fucking-“”Detention!” She heard Mr. Flath call out from behind her. Everett began to laugh so hard he was wheezing. Morgan buried her face in her hands as Mr. Flath came walking over with the detention slip. He slammed it down on her desk before walking away. ‘How is she going to explain this to her mom?’ Morgan thought.

Morgan packed her school bag once the clock started ticking down to the last few minutes of class. Mr. Flath announced the homework as the bell rung. Morgan dashed out of the classroom before Everett could come up and talk to her.

Her efforts were futile.

Everett somehow was still able to catch up to her. She couldn’t run away from him since there were school aids watching the hallways like hawks. She sighed as he fell into pace with her.

“So, whatcha doin this weekend?”

Everett attempted to strike up a conversation, but Morgan turned her head to face the wall. Everett felt a little discouraged by the action, but he kept trying nonetheless. He was about to say something else, but was cut off when Morgan’s ankle twisted and she toppled over.

Her books littered the floor as she hit the ground with a ‘THUNK!’ Everett rushed to her side and helped her back up. Morgan turned her head to the side once more; this time it wasn’t out of disgust though, but it was because she was attempting to hide her blush. Everett bent down to pick up her books for her. He handed them to her before speaking again.