locker buddies || l.h ( ON HOLD)

one || rude

P I P E R

My hand has been raised for at least a good 10 minutes and the teacher, Mr.Miles, still hasn't called on me yet. I sit in the front, it's not like he can't see me. I'm going to piss my pants if he doesn't let me go to the restroom in the next second.

He is on the desktop typing away, his eyes glued to the damn thing. I'm in English and we had a pop quiz, which I finished first like always. Everyone is silent, concentrated on their quiz while I'm on the verge of having an accident. I'm 17, too old for this.

Right when I was losing faith he finally made eye contact with me. He nodded his head for me to speak.

"Ms.Walker?" he said in a annoyed tone. Then I felt everyone's eyes on me. I absolutely hated being the center of attention.

I quickly answer in a small voice. "Can I use the restroom?" Please just let me go. I can't hold it any longer.

"I don't know, can you?" I sighed and mentally face palm myself. Why does every teacher say this? I start bouncing my feet up and down, trying my best to not use it on myself. I hear some chuckles in the back of the class, but I brushed it off.

"May I use the restroom? Please." I begged. He must have seen that I really needed to go because his face softened did a dismissive nod. I basically shot myself out of my seat, it making a loud noise in the quiet room. Some students glared at me and I put my head down as my face flushed and sped walk to the door, pushing it open.

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I walk out of the restroom wiping my wet hands on my pants since there wasn't any paper towels and the automatic drier thingy is broken.

I almost thought I wasn't going to make it to the restroom. I ran down the hall, passing teachers who yelled at me to stop, and pushed passed the girls who always stood in front of the mirrors doing their makeup or whatever.

I started to walk down the hallway on my phone checking twitter and such, making my way back to English. Suddenly I felt something hard push me back forcefully, making me stumble and fall onto the ground, dropping my phone.

"Fuck, watch it." A deep voice spat bitterly. My vision is a bit blurry from the impact and I felt an explosion of pain in my chest. I'm not sure whether it was from the push or what the person said.

I lift up my head from the ground and instinctively moved my hand to the back of my head, rubbing the throbbing area. I kept my head down in embarrassment as I felt heat rising in my cheeks and a lump in my throat I try to swallow down.

I heard footsteps getting progressively louder as he walked right past me, not helping me up. I picked myself off the ground slowly, dusting my hands on my jeans. I look back to see who it was but the tall figure had his back to me and turned the corner, while scrolling on his phone. Luckily only a few people were in the hall, their jaws hung open and eyes wide.

I tried to fight the tears as they brimmed my eyes and I walk back to class with this searing pain.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Someone just shoved into me and didn't even say sorry. He was on his phone too. What a dick. My hands started to shake and my breathing increased. "Bastard." I whispered to myself while I walk down the deserted hallway.

I stormed into class and sat down in my seat. I knew people were looking at me. I didn't care. I kept my head down while I let out quiet sniffles. Someone tapped my shoulder and I briefly raise my eyes to look at who it was. It was a girl with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her bright hazel eyes full with sympathy.

"I'm fine." I lied as my voice cracked. I could tell she wasn't convinced with my answer. "I'm Mackenzie." She smiled and put her long dark red hair behind her ear. I gave her a weak smile back.

"I'm Piper." I responded in a flat voice. "Sorry, something just happened, and-" I added.

"Hey, don't cry. I understand." Mackenzie comforted me as she delicately patted my back. I wiped off the tears with the back of my hand. "Thank you." I said in a hushed voice. She gave me a big smile and leaned back into her seat right next to mine. Then suddenly I felt happy that someone cared enough to help me, even if it just a small gesture.

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I decide to get on my phone since there was nothing else to do in class. Mackenzie is scrolling on her phone and I don't want to disturb her. Everyone's chatting with friends since we only have a few minutes left in class. I felt around my pockets for my phone. Then I remembered.

I dropped it. It's still in the hallway, where I fell. I sunk into my seat letting out a sigh. My dad is going to kill me. Whoever this person is, I hate him so much.

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{A.N}

omgikfedhfni that was rude af. btw sorry this chapter sucks lol i cant write for shit ugh fuckity fuck fuck fuck

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