The first day of senior year at Springfield High, thank fucking God. This town is boring as hell and I can't wait to be able to move on to something new in my life. Granted, this year is going to throw me through a whirlwind when I Daniel, took my first step into AP Chem. First class of the day, waking up with a gallon water bottle in one hand and a coffee in the other. Preparing for this year to be an absolutely unstoppable beast in wrestling after really getting into it the past couple of years. Granted, I'm 5'7, so not so much a tall guy, but I make up for it with strength and speed. It's sometimes better to have a lower center of gravity. My gf Max definitely doesn't mind watching me pin guys to the mat, lowkey it gets her on a little. She's a gorgeous curly haired blonde that's on nearly every single competitive club and leadership thing. FFA, FBLA, she's one of the most prized debaters in the forensics league, etc. As well as being the president of the student body. What can I say, she's got the gorgeous body and is probably genuinely one of the most smartest people to ever walk in a room. She's been my rock ever since my freshman year after the incident and when I was a little twig, weak and sad. But anyways time to get back to the story. So, I walk into Chem and there he was, the dirt bag backstabber. My brothers former best friend. The guy who was fucking around with my ex gf in freshman year all because he could. A former football stud/star who was going places in college until he got a knee injury and could never get back to what he could be. I guess he decided to be a teacher and came back student teaching. What a fucking loser. And normally, I would have left it at that. Max is wayyyy better than my ex in every aspect, it did get me into the gym and the fittest I've ever been. If he wasn't a prick who knows, maybe in a certain extent if was for the better. But that aside, him coming back, and now flirting with my girl when I walk in. There's no way that I'm not going to find a way to take him down a notch. With Max giving me a seductive smile and wink after the sludge sat down, I think she might have an idea. I fucking love this woman. After couple of boring old classes we're at lunch. Whispering amongst our groups of friends like fellow jocks, student body, debaters, etc. little bit of everyone and anything. Whispering little things back and forth. Max finds his attempts pathetic, besides he's gotten a lot scrawny since I was a freshman and he was a senior. Definitely not the top dog as he pretends he still is. My gf, who is also the treasures of the GSA in our school also noticed something very particular, on his phone screen there's him in the middle, some busty straight haired blonde on his right, and a guy to his left with a rainbow flag in the background. She thinks he might be a little ????. Which, granted, idk. The idea of doing stuff with another guy isn't a super turn on. But the idea of dominating another guy definitely gets the blood pumping if that makes sense. And she was saying, she has a funny idea of how we can put the trash into his place. If he is gay, he still pretends to be straight as a whistle. However, what if we were able to somehow make him accept he's nothing more but a submissive bitch. Specifically, my submissive bitch. Granted, it can't be super rushed. But when Max puts her mind to something, absolutely nothing can stop her.