Chapter 4. Joey's POV

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"I seen the way you looked at her" Chris was bugging me.

"What?" I responded snappy. "I'm just trying to be a friendly person unlike you, who is trying to constantly fuck someone."

Chris said nothing to that. So I went on to Science, which I payed zero attention to. This class was just as boring as English. Like, there's no point, like we shouldn't have to be forced to be learning, this is literally just a educational prison that is barely any helpful. I just want to get out of here.

At least I'll be able to show that I can do things even though I'm short. I hope I do get the spot in the band that Paul is putting together. But, I never had exactly asked what the name was, I guess I'll find out if I do good enough and I get the spot.

For whatever reason, Chris kept glancing at me. Maybe because I got snappy with him but it'll be fine, or maybe because I just told him that he always is trying to fuck someone. But I'll apologize after this stupid ass class.

At least there's only 5 minutes left. If there was more, I'd die from boredom. But thankfully that's not the case. But next I have history which isn't horrible but I couldn't say that I'm excited.

I don't know, maybe Chris was right and I did look at that girl, I don't remember her name, in a way. But that doesn't give him the right to just to assume so quickly. He knows that I don't exactly have the best dating life and it's probably going to stay like that. I mean, come on! I'm 5'3 which is way under what I should be, I wish I was taller. Sigh. Oh well.

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Finally that class is over, but when I walked over to Chris he completely ignored me. "Hey Chris" I said to him. He just responded with a stare. "Everything alright?" I asked him. "Oh yeah, just looking for someone to fuck." He responded snappy. I frowned and walked off.

Why does he get mad at the most STUPID shit ever? Whatever, he'll get over it in a matter of time.

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