Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Tuesday passed without anything special, maybe except for Archer still sat at our table at lunch, but he didn't say or do anything noteworthy. And also he has invaded all of my seats classes I have with him. And one more not-really-special thing was that Peter and I made out multiple of times and almost got caught more than once. Actually it wasn't that special.

"It's WEDNESDAY!! It's the middle of the weeeeeekkk!" I holler, monkey-dancing around Pam, who was absent yesterday due to her hangover.

"Why are you so excited? There's still a half week to get through."

"At least we survived the first half." I shrug, checking in my locker and find a few notes inside.

"Someone put these in my locker." I wave the notes in Pam's face though receiving these notes is just normal daily things.

"Read them out."

I flip through the notes. They're all quite short and simple "This one told me that I'm pretty. This one says that I'm a bitch, maybe from the cheers. Next one told me to say away from her boyfriend and my name's Britney, so clearly it's wrong addressed. And this pink one asks me out." I show her the last one. It's a pink piece of paper with a big red heart drawn on it and some squiggle written in ink that says: "Heyyy sexy ;) Fancy goin out w me? ;) From: B.R"

"It's probably from Brody," She examines the note, her nose scrunching "with the awful handwriting and spelling and winky faces."

"Brody? You mean Brody Rogers from the football team?" I ask and she nods.

"Yup, that one. Turn around and you'll see." She points at something behind me. I follow her direction and see Brody leaning against the opposite row of lockers. He flashes a flirty smile and winks at me when he sees me looking and I turn away, blushing for no reason at all.

"I thought he's just broken up with Olivia Page?" They seemed to be madly in "like", you know, because it isn't love it's just liking, anyways, they sat together for lunch and went all lovely-dovey and they made out everywhere possible and they went home together and when they broke up, which was yesterday, they made quite a scene, with her crying and yelling and him saying sorry over repeatedly and chasing after her after she stormed out. But since it wasn't my business I didn't really care. "Who knows." Pam shrugs "I think he's a lot like you."

I gape "He isn't." I can't imagine standing anywhere near to Brody in comparison.

"Well, he is... In some ways." Her voice trails off and she shrugs again.

"Yeah, right." I say sarcastically "In some ways." We burst out laughing, glancing at Brody, whose smile has now wiped off his face, replaced by curiosity of why we are laughing like two crazy little shits. It has him looking like a dumbbell, which he really is.

"He looks like a dumbbell." Pan speaks my thought out loud and I shriek "That's what I'm thinking!" and we hug and jump up and down in the middle of the hallway.

We really are two crazy little shits.

The bell rings and we have to split up to go in separate ways: she's going to the laboratory for chemistry and I'm going to geometric.

Which I have with Archer.

Great.

"Hey Andrea!" A girl from my science class catches up with me.

"Hey Luce. New hair?" I can't help notice her newly dyed green hair, which really brings out her eyes color.

"Yeah." She smiles shyly and touches her hair. "How does it look?"