Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Sixteen

"Ms Lane?"someone says.

"What?"I groan.

"Ms Lane." they say more sternly.

I groan again, and open my eyes. And looked around to see I'm in a classroom. Then up at a irritatrd Mrs. Hunter. Then I look around the classroom again, and it was empty. And I remember I was in my last class before lunch. History. Which is my least favorite class. And I remember falling asleep. But hey, you can't blame me. It doesn't help me not to fall asleep when not only that this is class my least favorite, but also the teacher is so boring.

I look back at Mrs. Hunter, and gave her a cheeky smile. "Yes?"I ask.

But she just scowls at me. "Did my lesson bore you?" she asks.

I think for a second, deciding whether to tell her. "Well yea. I mean, I don't really like history." I tell her.

Now I can tell she's pissed. She holds out her hand with a piece of paper. "Heres your slip. You have detention."she tells me.

I grab it from her hand. And look at it. "Cool. Can't wait."I say sarcastically.

"Just get out."she snaps at me. Then turns, and walks away.

I roll my eyes, and put hands up in mock defense, even though she can't see me. And I start packing up.

"Now!"she shouts.

I widen my eyes and start packing up more quickly. Once I'm done, I quickly run out the room. And I walk to my locker. I didn't realize I was still walking fast until I bumped into someone. And for the second time today. I almost fall. But they catch me before I could.

"Woah there, you ok?" they ask.

I look up to see Andrew. Uh, haven't seen him in awhile. "Oh yea. Hey Andrew." I smile at him.

He seems confused at first, for some reason. But he smiles back. "Hey. How've you been?" he asks.

I shrug. "Nothing. Just, you know, school, doing homework, sleeping, eating, the usual." I reply.

And he rolls his eyes. "Well of course, but what have you been doing?"he asks.

I look side ways, like I'm rolling my eyes. "Uh I just told you." I say in a 'duh' tone.

He furrow his eyebrows, confused. "So, like, you don't have friends. . to hang out with?" he asks.

I shrug. "Nope. People just don't seem to like me." I say simply, as if it was no big deal. Which it really isn't.

I mean, it might for some people. But its not a problem for me. My ability to care about that wanting friends and someone to care for me has been gone for awhile now. Well, more like dead.

"Why do you say that like its no big deal?" he asks.

"'Cause its not." I replied, as I shrug.

"Yes it is." he retorts.

"No its not." I say back.

"Yes it is." He says again, a little angry.

I roll my eyes. "Andrew, shut up. Its none of your concern."

Then it was silence for awhile. And it was that 'suppose' be awkward silence. But I don't really care. But then we made it to my locker. I put in the combination. It popped opened, then I pushed the door. But Andrew still stayed.

"So. . . anyway. . what were you doing anyway? I mean, lunch started like twelve mintues ago." he asks.

"Oh, I fell asleep in my last period." I tell him as I put in my books in my locker.

"What?" Andrew asks in disbelief. I nodded. And he starts laughing. I just stand there, staring at him. But can't help but smile a little. But I stop immediately.

"Oh my gosh, thats hilarious! I can't image you doing that!" he says still laughing.

"What? You can't blame me. History is my worse subject. And it doesn't help me that the teacher is boring as a turtle!"I exclaim.

Andrew looks at me, and rasies an eyebrow. "Did you just turtle?"he asks.

I look away, and shrug. Even though I'm blushing. What the hell, I don't blush! "Well think about turtles, they're boring. So is she." I reply.

"Who's the teacher?" he asks.

"Mrs. Hunter." I say.

"Oh okay, that makes sense." he replies.

"Told ya."

"Whatever." he says.

For the rest of the way, we stayed in comfortable silence. And when we got to the cafeteria. We stand there for awhile not doing anything.

"So. . ."Andrew says awkwardly, stuffing his hands in his jeans. "So uhh, do you want to come seat with us?" he asks. He points to his table. And I noticed that its the table of populars. And one of the group of girls that bullied me.

"Um. . . no, no. That's ok." I say awkwardly. And before he could he say anything else. I walked away.