Juliet, no Romeo.

Mr. Spider.

"Hey, you," a voice called to me from across the room. "Since when were you in our English class?" I turned my head to see a tall boy with curly, blonde hair that framed his face with its length.
"Since when couldn't Ι be?" I retorted back. I was too tired and pissed off to be nice to this annoying daddy-long-legs. So I faced back to the board and focused my eyes onto the content that Mrs. Stamos was writing down.
"Well, you weren't in our class for the first two weeks of school, so why are you now?" This spider just couldn't shut up.

"I'm here now because it's none of your business," now please shut up.
"Well, that's not very nice," the boy-spider frowned.
"Well your voice isn't very nice, but for some reason it keeps chattering on." I snapped. So real Sophie truly could come out of her shell once in a while.
"Well your tone isn't very nice, but it keeps getting harsher and harsher," the spider snapped back.

"For a spider you sure don't have that many eyes as I clearly don't want to talk to you or be bothered in any way, for that matter."
"Spider?" The spider's—no, boy's—tone rose in confusion. Shit, I didn't mean to call him a spider out loud, despite the statement's truth.
Pink flushed my face. Shit, shit, shit.
Silence encapsulated us two before a loud giggle could be heard from beside me.
What the fuck was he laughing at?
"Montee, unless you want detention, sit quietly and pay attention!" Mrs. Stamos declared. Montee, huh.

The bell rang, so I quickly packed up my things and left before I could get caught up in an awkward conversation with Mr. Spider. However, much to my dismay, spider-boy jogged to catch up with me.
"I'm Montee," he spoke.
"Awesome," I said back. I did not want anything to do with Montee.
"What's your name?" The Spider investigated.
"Sophie," I stated dryly, hoping Mr. Spider would finally catch on.

"Well, Sophie, me and my friends are hanging out at my house tonight if you want to come," he offered. Fuck no.
I briskly walked away, completely ignoring the boy's question. Yet before I stormed off, Mr. Spider offered something that I really fucking needed right now:
"There'll be weed."