Picture of Mr. Cheetos^^
When we reached class, the bell finally rang and Mr. Cheetos had closed the classroom door. Now that I was playing attention to him, I realized that he wasn't the cheesy kind, but the actual hot flavor kind.
His rich blonde hair was styled back a bit.
He also had the body of a Coco Cola.
Whenever he walked through the aisles, and a person placed their bottles at the edge of their desk, his buns of steel knocked it over.
While I stared at his butt, I wondered why his name was Mr. Cheetos. I guess I should ask him, I thought.
"Alright, guys today were going to have a pop quiz and then afterward were going to just chill. You guys can ask me anything that's appropriate." He smirked, looking at the thirsty students. I then raised my hand to ask him an important question.
"Yes." He nodded his head towards me.
"What's the prize if I get a good grade?" I asked.
"Ugh, if you don't take it then you fail," He said, seriously, "but if everyone passes the quiz, then you guys can pick out the type of Cheetos that you want."
"But I can buy a bag a Cheetos right now, from the vending machine that's $1.25." I narrowed my eyes at him as everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
"It's free." Mr. Cheetos said.
For a moment, there was silence.
"Alright," I said, defeated. Damn, he was right, I thought. Even though I was no longer poor, I was still cheap when it came to buying snacks. Anything that was free to eat was too good to pass up. Suddenly, Stacey raised her hand.
"I will definitely take the hot kind." Stacey winked at him, while she twirled a strand of her hair around her fingers.
"I don't do expired." He looked at her, while the whole class said 'Ohhs and Ahhs'. Stacey then looked away from him and pretended like she was texting on her phone. Sucks to be her!
"I'm done." I shook my head
"Now it's time for the quiz," He picked up a stack of quizzes handed them out.
After we took our pop quiz, Mr. Cheetos then told us that he had to grade our quiz before he could give out any type of Cheetos. While we waited, I raised my hand.
"Yes." He nodded his head towards me.
"Everyone knows that you're the hot flavor Cheetos, but why is your name Mr. Cheetos?" I raised one of my eyebrows.
"There's actually a funny story behind it." He laughed a little.
He then ran his fingers through his hair, slowly like he was on Baywatch.
All the girls except for Hannah and I, sighed, dreamily.
While he told us the story on how he got his name, I listened intently.
"Once I got to college, I was big on smoking weed. Whenever I smoked weed, I had cravings for junk food. I ate Cheetos all the time because I smoked all the time, and I still do," He took out a blunt and showed us. He then took out a bag of hot Cheetos, opened it, and started to eat it, "which is funny since I gained weight in all the right places and certain things got bigger,"
I gasped and stared down at his pants.
Since my eyes were glued to his mini Cheetos, Adam covered my eyes with his hands.
"Fine, I won't look." I sighed and he pulled his hands down, smiling at me.
When I looked ahead, I saw Mr. Cheetos eating his Cheetos like he was the cookie monster.
"Anyways, I had an addiction to Cheetos since I craved it whenever I got the munchies. My friends nicknamed me, Cheetos ever since. I changed my last name to Cheetos because I love Cheetos." Mr. Cheetos shook his head as if remembering the past. I then raised my hand again, until Adam pulled down my hand.
"What?" I looked at him.
"I don't like the way he looks at you." He said, seriously.
"Adam, he's looking at everyone and it's not a big deal." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, but I'm still watching him like white on rice." He narrowed his eyes at Mr. Cheetos.
"Are you a werewolf?" I replied. The way he was acting, you would think he was one.
"Maybe." He laughed.
"Maybe?" I gave him a questioned look.
"I was joking, besides werewolves don't exist, remember?" He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Yeah, I know."
"Good." He smirked.
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