The final class of the day is health, which I deeply despise with all my heart. What's the point of having a class where all you do is talk about how bad cigarettes and drugs are? I smoke every day and I don't have cancer. I don't need to sit in a class room for and hour to listen to people talking about how bad my habits are.
Suddenly I see a mop of dark hair walk in and my stomach sinks. Great, it's my creepy stalker fangirl.
"Class, this is Adam Laceman." Mr. Steinington announces. "He just transferred from London and will be joining our class. Adam would you like to say something about yourself to the class?
"Yeah actually," he says looking at me and smiling a little. I look away. "I met a girl I like today." I look over at him and begin to feel nervous. This little shit is making me feel weak. "She's like, really beautiful." his thick accent echoes the room as the girls look at him in awe and the guys call him a pussy. I glare at him but he just flashes me a cheeky smile before sitting down a few seats next to me. I uncomfortably shift in my chair feelings his gaze burning into the side of my head
"Well that was truly lovely, Adam." Mr. Steinington remarks. "This is what life skills is about. It has to be a safe environment where people can feel comfortable sharing their feelings." Mr. Steington looks like a hippy. All he needs is the flower crown and caravan and he'll have a whole new reputation. There have been times he hasn't worn shoes to school, and I'm sure he's high half the time because it is impossible for anyone to be as zen as he is. "Tell you what, let's all go around the room and tell each other what's on our minds." he says in a grossly-calming voice. "Glenn, you start."
I roll my eyes as Glenn tells the class he hooked up with two girls in one day and how much it boosted his ego. Next, this annoying bitch Sofie shares her concerns about her father cheating on her mom. Her eyes begin to water a little which makes me want to slap her.
Perfect little Sofie with perfect grades and a perfect life doesn't realize how lucky she fùcking is. I would kill to be in her shoes right now but she's too much of a shithead to realize that her life is far from bad.
I stand up when it's my turn, and make eye contact with Adam and give him a little smirk.
"I fūcked seven guys last week, one every single day of the week." Adam's eyes darken and his cute smile vanishes and is replaced by a frown. I purse my lips in satisfaction as I hear the girl behind me mutter 'slut' under her breath.
"That's not appropriate for school, Audrey." Mr. Steinington remarks.
"Well, this is supposed to be a safe environment isn't it?" I comment reminding him what he said while admiring Adam's sappy love declaration for me which was utterly disgusting.
"Yes but I also said tell us what's on your mind now." he says with pursed lips "Were you really thinking about sleeping with all those guys right now?"
"Yes I was." I say daring to look at Adam and raise my eyebrows at him in a you-don't-know-me type of way.
"Alright Ms. Hunter." he sighs putting his hands up in surrender "just tell us something else that's on your mind"
"Like what?"
"Anything that doesn't have to do with you whoring around." he snaps. A chorus of "ooh's" is heard from the class. Even my life skills teacher and this so-called safe environment is judgmental.
"Fine." I say shifting my weight onto my other foot "I met someone today." I begin with a sentimental tone looking over at Adam "and he's the only guy so far that hasn't tried to get into my pants" Adam's face softens as he looks up at me "Which is why he is most likely gay."
"Excuse me?" he yells while standing up with the class laughing in the background. Mr. Steinington backs up into a wall and sighs deeply. As a life skills teacher, he has to respect his student's opinions and judgements so he can't give us detention or send us to the principle's office unless people physically abuse each other.
"You're excused." I reply, sass evident in my voice
"I never said I didn't want to sleep with you" he insists with a trembling hand.
"So you are saying you are desperate enough to want to sleep with the school slut?"
"No, I-" his face flushes red and the class begins throwing insults at our faces. I shrug them off but each one of them seems to be like a knife cutting through his flesh. I almost feel bad for this new kid, but then I remember his sentimental speech in the beginning of class which basically confessed his love to me and I don't feel sorry anymore.
"Face it, Adam." I spit out "Mess with me, I'll mess with you." I begin to sit back down into my seat but I'm interrupted by his thick accent.
"Why does everyone think that there are only two types of guys in this world?" He bellows, filling the room with silence. All that can be heard is Mr. Steinington's heavy breathing. He's probably tripping by now due to all the drugs in his system. I look up at Adam's angry, hot face and I'm at a loss of words. "If a guy's intention isn't to screw a girl, he must be gay, isn't that right? Well guess what, there are guys out there who just want to get to know a girl before screwing them over. There are guys who are actually on the search for love and don't fúck everything with a vagina. There are guys who see a beautiful girl, asks them to hang out and she turns them down because she is too full of herself to consider that other people have feelings too." I gulp as he says that, fully aware that was directed to me. "I'm one of those guys, and if there aren't any others out there, then this world is a shīttier place than I thought."
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Lost
Teen Fiction"When you haven't received any love in your life, you are desperate to feel something. anything."
