As Black as the Night (book 1)

He likes me. He likes me not

I walked into our art class. Our teacher was ranting on and on about expression. He kept saying how the painting must reflex our feelings. So for our assignment today we had to paint what we were feeling. Sam grabbed green, red, orange, brown, blue, silver, purple, white, and black paint. I already knew what she was going to paint.

" Sam I don't know what to paint," I told her.

" yes you do. Your hurt today so either paint something that will make you happy or show us what you are feeling. I already know what your going to paint but do you," she said mysteriously.

"What the fudge is that supposed to mean," I asked.

"I'm tying to be mysterious. I guess it's working."

Even though she is weird all of the time, she is very smart. I do know what I'm going to paint. Then only thing that makes me happy and expresses my pain. BATMAN.

After everyone was don't we had to show everyone what we painted. As always Sam painted the ninja turtles is a bad ass pose. Toby painted some sports shit. I painted batman in action. When we left my crazy art teacher Mrs. Sour candy, ( that is not her real name we just call her that because she always looks like she just ate a super sour candy), called me to her desk. She heard about what happened about the permission slips and said she was sorry. I walked out of class and went to meet back with Sam.

"What did sour candy want," she asked.

"She just told me she was sorry for my lost. I'm so fudging done with people apologizing to me. They didn't know my family, so shut the fuck up," I almost yelled.

"Omg, barbs you just curse, how does it feel. Are you light headed from you foul mouth? Do you need to go to church to confess your sins," she asked sarcastically.

"Very funny Sam. I'm laughing so hard," I said mocking her as we asked to our next class.

"Let's go to science. I can't wait," she said sarcastically.

When we walked in we realized that no one was there yet. So we ran to get seats in the back. Being in the back is like being in another universe, the teacher never calls on you back here. They know that you not paying attention so they don't even bother. When everyone came the the last thing I though that would even happen happened. Dick Grayson came and sat next to me willingly.

"Hey," he said to me and Sam.

"Hi," I said back.

I don't really talk to guys much. Blaze, Toby and Mikey don't count, they ain't boys they are creatures. At least that's what Sam and I call them. I looked back at Dick. He is the cutest guy in the school. He has short black hair and brown eyes. Not poo brown but pretty brown. Sam slapped my arm cause she noticed I was staring at Dick too long.

"I know you like him but you are about to cross the line from girl with a crush to full on stalker," she whispered to me.

The teacher saw me and Sam talking, which was a first, and gave us a disapproving stare. He started to walk to the back, which the only reason he does is to hand back test. He placed our test from last week on our desk and we all looked at each others grade.

"Yes I got a 89. I thought I failed. What did you get Barbra," she asked.

I looked down at my grade was saw A D- in big red ink. It basically covered the entire front page.

"I got a D again. The only reason I get Ds is because they think giving me an F would make me cry," I told Sam.

"Yadda Yadda Yadda. Just be happy the teachers are to scared to fail you. Cause by the look of this test you only got one thing right that was your name. Which I am happy about," she said looking at my paper.

"You think I'm so dumb that I would spell my name wrong," I whispered yelled.

"You said it not me," she replied.

I snatched my test from Sam's hands and looked at it. After a while I could tell someone was looking over my shoulder. I look over and see Dick looking at my test.

"You didn't to so hot Did you," he asked.

I didn't listen to him cause I was to busy looking int his eyes. Sam nudged my arm and brought me back to the world.

"yea I guess not," I replied.

"Same here," he said holding up his test which he got a C- on.

Mr. White, our science teacher, didn't feel like teaching anything to day so we just talked the rest of class. Sam just kept talking about how she was going to mess up the girls face who kept looking back to me and went back to talk about me. She is a very protective friend.

The bell for the end of school finally rang. Sam and I grabbed out stuff from our lockers and headed out to the bus. (Yes even rich people schools have busses. We got on our bus and went to our usually seats, the back of the bus. We talked about the classes we didn't have together and then she brought out Dick Grayson.

"Your crazy. There is no way that Dick Grayson likes me," I told her.

"Why is that so wrong. You are pretty. Not as pretty as me but pretty," she said half seriously.

"I mean who wants to date a girl with baggage," I stated.

We finally got to our bus stop. But today Sam was coming him with me. We walked about a block from the bus stop.
*I PUT PICTURES OF TYE ARTWORKS UP. THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY MINE. I FOUND THEM ON PINTREST.*