Academics

i want you to be there

Clay. specifically clayton Rodriez my sworn mortal enemy , his smug face just makes me want to poke out my eyes and those eyes UGH those eyes so- so frustrating, look at him standing over there hands strained around his back pack straps, veins pulsing whilst looking at me- i just hate him,  i hate him.  We used to be close friends because our moms were inseparable all throughout kinder-garden, junior high, high school and college but as high achieving parents come, with baggage more specifically heavy bags full of academic prowess and expectations, we were pitted against each-other so often we couldn't stand to be in the same class ; at the end of our third year of school he had to be transferred because a bunch of students complained about how hot headed the both of us were, which is absolutely absurd because i'm completely level headed, its him... hes the problem.

Our home room teacher had just finished breifing us for the morning when there was a soft knock on the door, the door shifted and a boy about five-five with a small tan frame stood there, i think his name was Jay, Jay something- he came in from class 4A  

"Yes" Mr Thompson replied coldly, now being held to alternate duties rather than retreating to the staff room for his morning coffee as per usual. i swear the man is so precise you'd think he had OCD or autism or something.

Jay spoke softly almost like incoherently "sorry to disturb but miss Epson asked me to collect her classwork boxes from the back of the classroom"

"oh, sure but you're going to need some help with that, there's quite a lot", his voice echoed through me, id honestly spaced out- this was an excruciatingly boring conversation that i couldn't care less about, my priorities lay with my future and grades.

"Prez, help jason with those boxes please"

ugh of course i had to be me, i stood head held high and turned headed towards the back of the classroom when there was another knock,

"Hey sir i came to grab some paperwork for miss Epson " - That graving voice of course it had to be him, it could've been anyone, why him. i turned and of course he had that upturned cornered grinn, God he really gets under my skin and not in the good way, why couldn't it have been the good way. i picked up a box and stacked them, picking them up while he huffed next to me complaining in mumbled spanish whilst lifting double my  arms smirking yet again, he always has to top me and i can't take this gloating as though he's better than me, he's not better than me!

we walked slowly down the corridor side by side, i was struggling immensely gosh i shouldn't have added those two extra boxes, God my ego is huge, im such a fool.

"what's wrong you feeling hot there prez?". No i will not let him get to me his jawline may fool others and his charms may work on almost everyone but not me, never. But God that face .ugh.

"you coming over tonight?, party at mine my mom won't be there she's out of town with laila"

" Why would i want to go?, Give me a damn well good reason as to why i should have to be anywhere within a five metre radius of you"

He gave me a stern look "put down those boxes", i don't know why i complied , It's not like he has any control over me, i was just tired and it was like six thirty am. "you're still wearing the necklace i gave you.." i stared at him lost, yes i was wearing it because it's gold i wouldn't throw it out i'm not some rich bozo. he approached me slowly, leaning next to my ear so i could feel his  warm breath on my neck- he smelled like mint, he always smelled like mint, as a matter of fact there wasn't anything this guy couldn't do, ugh, just ugh why'd he have to be so perfect, i hate him. "ven a la fiesta" he breathed heavily, my skin burned while he lingered "quiero que estés allí " . he huffed turning after picking his boxes up and disappeared around the corner, i stood- mint, mint ,mint, ugh he always manages to get into my head, party, 'CoMe tO mY pArTy'- dick.

(translation: come to the party , i want you to be there)