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“Depends, y’ ever get horny durin’ sunday school cause they got pictures’a tits posted all over the place?” A motion towards a specific diagram at the far left of the board and Jon’d not bothered to veil his grin. He’d seen worse… seen better, too. Stood to question what April was used to seeing during Mass (or whatever it was called). If it weren’t for the few times he’d bothered to flip on a television at a friend’s house, or, more daring, sneaking into a flick at the cinema, he’d not’ve even known as much as he did. Just as likely to find forgiveness as he was to catch fire, after all.

Three weeks… It’d been three weeks since that afternoon in the girl’s bathroom, pressed in together and exchanging smoked reassurances. Three weeks since he’d turned down her invitation to a football game after school because, fun as it’d have been to watch the neanderthals plow each other into paste across the field, there was something too… much, there. Scrounging for the school spirit everyone already knew him not to have.

“‘sides, wasn’t payin’ that much attention, anyways. Heard they got sloppy joes for lunch… shouldn’t try an’ tell us not t’ fuck each other on empty stomachs.”

Shouldn’t have tried to tell them at all. Everyone already knew…

Tell a teenager not to do something and they’ll want to do it even more.

Glance spared towards the clock, teeth working away at a split in his lip, another fifteen minutes meant they’d be left to mull over what they ‘learned’ until the teacher’d exhausted all her patience and let them loose upon the school, frustrated and starving for more than what was on the lunch menu. “Y’ ever wonder if they actually believe it? Like… tellin’ us we might get bumps on our dicks is gonna stop us from puttin’ ‘em into somethin’?” Head turned towards April, a hand flurried an unspoken dismissal of specifics.

“Y’know what I mean…”

April gave him a look like she didn’t know whether to laugh or admonish him. Te tip of her tongue caught between her teeth as she gave a little snort and shook her head. She was still trying to process the idea that Jon Moxley might not be the awful person that everyone made him out to be. Of course, there had to be glimmers of truth to the tales, those kinds of stories didn’t just come from nowhere. But April felt that there had to be some kind of exaggeration.

“I went to an all girls school before i came to this one. Very religious. Loooot of confused feelings there. Still see some of those girls on a Sunday. That does bring about some... Old feelings.”

She smirked at her daring little admission. It wouldn’t really matter if Mox decided to tell people what she said. Everyone just assumed that cheerleaders had experimented with each other at some point. It was more amusing to her that she was the only one who hadn’t. Backstabbing bitches weren’t really her type.

“What about you? Ever got a hard on for the Holy Virgin? Or were you more of an Angel kinda guy?”

Her tone teasing and she nudged him a little with her elbow. Wanting to get to know him better, but also not above a joke or two at his expense. April reckoned he could take it. He didn’t seem like the wilting flower kind. Unlike Daniel. God... That guy always took things so seriously. Maybe she didn’t miss him as much as she thought she did.

“Some of us can control ourselves.”

A bright sunny grin and she stuck her tongue out at him. But then there was a pause as she thought about the question that had been burning on the tip of her tongue since she saw him.