Fixing Him

Chapter 2- Was that supposed to be funny?

Chapter 2- Was that supposed to be funny?

I walked through the halls to third period, still infuriated at Adam for even assuming that I'm "little Miss Perfect." I mean, he doesn't know anything about me or my past. I stepped into class and sat down in the back, as always.

"What's up with you Ms. Grumpy-Pants?" Clara asked jokingly, nudging my shoulder in the process. I stayed still, staring ahead of me. "Hello, anyone there?" Clara said waving her hand beside my head. The conversation between Adam and I repeating in my head. I turned my head towards her.

"I don't want to fucking talk about it." I said rudely. Clara's expression changed from happy to confused.

"Who pissed you off? You only curse when you're upset." Clara said, her head tilting. As if on cue, the reason of my pissy-ness, walked in.

Just. Fucking. Great.

"Why don't you ask the annoying bastard over there." I said motioning at Adam. Clara looked from Adam, to me, repeating this once or twice.

"What could Adam Cross have done to have pissed you off within the time frame of the first two periods of class?" Clara asked incredulously.

"I already said I didn't want to talk about it." I said, the anger slowly rebuilding itself within me. I've already told both Clara and Annalise about my past. Lord only knows that I'd ever want to bring that up again.

Annalise walked in and sat on the other side of me. She was holding a book titled, "To Kill A Mocking Bird." She pushed all of her belongings to the side of the desk and turned to us. "Sorry I'm a little late. I got caught up in the book," She said holding it up, "It was getting really interesting." Annalise said smiling, showing her straight white teeth.

"Oh Anna," Clara began, "everything is interesting to you." She said shaking her head and smiling too, also showing off her white teeth. I wish I had teeth like theirs. I mean, don't get me wrong, my teeth are perfectly white, just as theirs, but I have one thing they don't. Braces. Yay me. Note the sarcasm.

I mean I'm supposed to be getting them off next month. Next month, that's like an eternity away. The bell rang and everyone sat down in their seats, lowering their conversations to a whisper. "Alright students, I'll be doing what Mr. Marshal is doing. I will be partnering you up with someone, and that will be your partner for any project we do this year." The teacher began listing off names.

"Clara Jackson and Annalise Mconifey." I looked at both Annalise and Clara and they seemed happy to be partnered up together. But it was also clear that they pitied me.

Please don't be partnered up with someone I hate, Please.

"Adam Cross and," Please not him, please not him, "Michelle Scoffer."

Why does the universe hate me?

As the teacher was calling the rest of the names, I turned over to Clara to talk to her because I already knew Annalise was reading. "Why does the universe hate me?" I repeated my earlier thought in a whisper to Clara.

She shrugged and whispered, "I have absolutely no idea what you could have done to make the universe hate you." She returned her attention to the teacher. I then realized he had finished naming people.

I looked out the window, leaves were already falling off of their branches. I turned back to the teacher who was passing out textbooks. When finished, he had said, "Alright, open up to page A 14." I opened it to the right page but I allowed myself to space out, thinking about the events that had occured today.

After thinking everything through, I had come to a conclusion,

My life really sucks.

I mean seriously, if you take a step back and just think of everything that happened today only, you'd still reach the same conclusion. First, I'm a lazy ass who can't get out of bed without my mom waking me up. I get partnered up with someone who judges people by solely looking at them, twice. I still have braces. I'm the school's nerd. Shall I go on?

I got out of my thought bubble in time to notice everyone gathering their things. So I did the same, closing the textbook, I picked up my belongings and prepared to leave. The bell rang and I got up to go to my next period.

The rest of the day went on like that, aside from being paired up with Adam. Who, thankfully, I only had one period left with.

As I walked to my last period, I felt actually pretty good. I was a little late though becuase Annalise needed help finding her last class. I walked into the class, and as my luck would have it, the only seat left was next to, drumroll please. Adam. I sighed and went to the seat.

I sat down and stared straight ahead at the teacher and listened to her the whole lesson. By the end of class, I was surprised becuase I, (a) understood the whole lesson, and (b) didn't space out. That's a new record for me.

I waited patiently for the bell to ring, and when it did, I picked up my book bag and walked to the school's front door. When I reached it, I opened the door and walked out, the cool breeze immediately hitting my face. I walked for a couple blocks before I was about a third way home.

When I was walking, I couldn't help but feel like someone was following me, so I turned around. I found nothing but the bushes, trees, concrete, and road. So, I turned back around and continued walking. As I continued walking, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around partially scared, partially pissed off.

When I turned around I turned just quick enough to see the bushes rattle. After that, I took off, I ran until my street was in sight. Just as I was about to scream for help, I was pulled back and all air was knocked out of me.

"Holy crap," I heard a familiar voice say, "when someone chases you," she took a breath, "you seem to turn into an olympic runner."

I turned to Clara with a confused look on my face. "Was that supposed to be funny?" I asked incredulously still catching my breath. She smiled.

"Actually, yes." She said standing up from her crouching position. I shook my head while smiling at her.

"Well, now that I've worked out today, I'm going home to eat my weight in ice cream." I said pushing my glasses up.

"It amazes me how you eat so much, but never get fat." Clara seemed to be deep in thought with that.

"Well, good day to you." I told her continuing my way home. When I finally got in the house, I grabbed the ice cream and went into my room.

I watched Netflix and ate ice cream until about 4:30 until I decided to put the ice cream away. When I returned, my open window was faced by another open window, obviously my neighbor's, but there was music blaring out of the room.

I went to the window and yelled above the music, "Hey! Can you turn down that music! It's too loud." At first there was no response, but then someone's head appeared through the window.

And with the day I've been having, can you guess who it was?

Why, none other than Adam Cross.

Let's, to put it . He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Fuck you." I wasn't exactly surprised when he said that, I mean he was an asshole after all.

"You know what, Fuck You. You say you hate my 'Perfect attitude' yet you know nothing about me. You can't just go assuming things without even knowing someone." memories from my past came back and I started to cry.

Adam must not have expected this because of making some smart or rude remark, I was only greeted with silence. With that I closed my window and cried.

I then locked the door to my room and went back to eating ice cream and watching Netflix.

I'll work off the fat tomorrow.

Maybe.