Hate Is A Strong Word

3.

The situation that was happening an hour ago, is repeating itself again. We're sitting in class, the teacher is talking and I'm drawing. Now I'm not drawing flowers and eyes, but the head of a woman, who has the hand of a man around her neck, who is taking her from behind. No one knows, what I'm drawing. Only Victor knows, and he doesn't care.

Also, it's not biology anymore, it's geography with our class teacher. It's the last class and she's not discussing anything geography related, but she decided to have a class period. She's talking about some field trip to some museum or something. I'm listening with one ear again and I already know, that I'm not going on any field trip.

I'm gonna pretend, that I'm sick, because I hate school trips and field trips. I have successfully gotten out of every trip with my high school class, and the same with the adaptive trip, we had the first year. I just somehow didn't connect with them. I talk with a few people, but the rest is weird.

I'm drawing hair details and I'm not listening to he. But as soon as the teacher starts talking towards Sebastian about his grades, I look up from my erotic drawing. I glance at Sebastian, who's somehow unbothered by the topic. Adam is sitting next to him, staring at his cell phone, which is hidden under his desk.

Sebastian pretends to be listening to the teacher, and he's very interested in what she has to say. Adam kicks him under the desk and shows him something on his phone, Sebastian looks up and makes a face, like he's seeing a beautiful girl. Sox I guess we can figure out what they're showing each other.

"You're failing, Sebastian. I know you probably don't need school, but midterms are in three months and if you keep going like this." Pretty much the only subject he's not failing is gym, of course. Otherwise, he probably has an F or a D in every subject.

"I know, miss."

"Have you considered tutoring?" Tutoring again. And if she mentions me, I'm gonna shoot up out of my chair and probably do something to her. I mean, I'm not the only one with good grades, there's a few other people, who have wonderful results. Maybe the teachers want us to get along, because we get on their nerves sometimes, almost all the time.

If we can find a moment to argue, we'll do it. We'll argue in the middle of class. In the middle of the teacher's explanation, we'll start fighting, yes, this happened. I went to the bathroom, he set his foot and I almost tripped, but luckily I didn't fell. I turned around and then it started. I called him dickhead, he called me a cunt, and by then my hand was on his face.

But he never hit me or slapped me or anything like that. He always wanted to stop me. After the slap, he got up and grabbed my hand, but my dear boy forgot, that I was doing judo, so within five seconds he was on the ground. The teacher stared at us and immediately sent us to the principal. At the end, we didn't get in any trouble, but we did get yelled at. Since then, we've only been fighting in gym class.

We fight, but always. Whenever we have time. I don't like him, I never will, and I'm looking forward to never seeing him again. How can someone be so arrogant and have such a big ego? I just can't stand him. We're enemies, we don't like each other. When I get out of here and I don't have to see him every day, I'll be happy.

"I hadn't considered it." He starts looking at Adam's cell phone again and shows him something there. Halfway through the lesson, they are looking at pictures of girls, who probably won't be wearing much clothing. Halfway through the lesson. This is why I don't want to go on those stupid school trips.

"How about Justine here?" Well, that's the end for me. If I didn't have any shame, I'd be going to that teacher right now and I probably wouldn't be able to hold myself.

"Never in my life." We'll both say at the same time. I don't know, those teachers are blind. They don't see us fighting in class. They want us to kill each other for real, because if you leave the two of us in the room unattended, we'll kill each other.