Ugghh! Today is really boring! Why does Mr. Peter always have to make English classes so lame?! Christy thought, bitterly, as she opened her locker and dumped her books inside. She shut it and leaned back in her seat, then she stiffened as she saw Remi place his foot on her locker. His shoes were off.
"Remi! What do you think you're doing?" She asked, eyes narrowed.
He glared with this "Duh!" look on his face. "Obviously, I'm taking pictures of my foot!" He answered. Christy bit her lip to stop herself saying something really nasty and calmly asked, "Why?"
"Eeesh! Because I've got cute feet!" Remi snapped. "Besides, if I happen to be in an accident, and my feet get all mangy and messed up, the doctor has to see what my feet looked like originally!" He didn't look like he was enjoying being distracted.
"Oh." Christy answered, looking very sorry for her friend. No need to point out that the doctor would not need that if an accident happens. It'd just result in a fight."
"Remi." Christy called.
"Yes!" He answered, exasperated.
"Why don't you put your foot on your own locker?" She calmly suggested.
"Oh, no thanks! It'd be really uncomfortable." He didn't even look at her.
"Remi!!!" Christy snapped. "Put your foot on your own locker! Besides, you know Mr. Peter is still in class, right? You know his rule about having phones in his class. You know that if he sees you, you're toast."
At that very instant, Mr. Peter turned back and stared straight at Remi, catching him right in the act. He approached him.
"Remi, he's coming! Put it down!"
But it was too late. Mr. Peter was already right in front of Remi's locker.
"Hand over the phone!" He ordered. Remi's eyes bulged, but he obeyed, without speaking.
Mr. Peter walked over to his bag in front of the class, picked it up and slipped the phone inside it. Then, he walked out of the class.
At that moment, the bell rung for break and the class filed out. Remi remained seated and placed his head on his locker.
"No, my life's ruined." He groaned. Christy got up and carried her backpack. Remi looked up.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"For break." She replied, laconically.
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Teen FictionSomeone is trying to spoil Christy's name... trying to make everyone hate her, but with the help of her friends, Dami and Remi, that "someone" may be caught. Read and enjoy.
