Bull-shit, I Don't Do Love

Chapter 8 - In which I dig my own grave.

Cue montage of weeks passing, full of unpacked boxes, Calculus homework and cliché lunch table conversations. Three weeks later, my family and I were finally unpacked, I was accepted into Angela's group fully and my math teacher finally figured out that my name was Ana, not Annabelle or Anabeth.  

I was finally getting the hang of Glacier Heights. I was almost enjoying it there. 

Of course, as every cliché story must have, there's a catch. Our main man, Xavier wasn't in love with me. 

I know! How can he be so inconsiderate? What's a cliché story without love? 

I'll tell you. Real life. 

The past weeks had been uneventful when it came to my love life. As is to be expected, I was new and this isn't Twilight. No sparkly vampires or sexy werewolves for the me. 

I was glad. Love's pointless. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate love, I just don't see how kids can believe they'll be together with their 'one true love" forever and ever, when they're barely able to do their own laundry. Love in high school is simply bullshit. No easier way to describe it. 

I once told Ellie this, but she laughed at me and told me that one day somebody was going to catch my eye and then I'd have to bite my tongue. Yes, she was quoting Pride & Prejudice. How cliché.  

It was a Tuesday when I realized she may have been right. About the biting my tongue part, not the other shit.  

Ms. Sco was assigning the semester project. We had to get into groups of two or three and present information, make a chart and present an activity that was related to a homeostatic imbalance.  

I was in a sassy mood that day, due to the fact that I'd lost a debate in Bolder's, all thanks to Xavier. The ugly jerk never agreed with me on anything. 

Thanks to my sassy mood and the fact that I was probably a bit too comfortable in Ms. Sco's class, I ever so stupidly asked her who our partners were going to be. 

I swear to God, she smirked. A teacher smirked. It was scary as hell. "I'll be deciding that." The class groaned. "Oh shut your yaps, you ungrateful chillin'. I allowed students last year to choose and ended up having a group of hooligans almost destroy my Smart-board in the process of butchering Arthritis. We'll see how this goes and maybe I'll let you choose your next partners." 

I was in an obnoxious mood, which is never good. Because when I'm in that kind of mood, I say things without thinking. Which is how I ended up digging my own grave. "But Ms. Sco, I'm not a hooligan. I can be trusted, can't I? Can't I just work alone?" I turned toward my classmates, "No offense to you guys," I glanced at Xavier, "except you." The class laughed. I smiled to myself. I should do stand up comedy. 

Ms. Sco was looking at me with that weird teacher smirk. "Ana. You will partner with Xavier." 

Hear that sound? That's me, falling, ass first, into my recently dug grave. 

I yelled that obviously expected and overly cliché 'WHAT?!' then proceeded to storm out the door. Cheers from the classroom followed me out. I was a hero. Standing up for the students and rebelling against this unruly power system we called school. 

Hell. Who am I kidding? The only thing I did was sit there with my mouth agape. Then I realized that I was the dipshit who got myself into this mess. Damn my sassy mouth. 

It wasn't until I'd spent another 5 minutes or so repeating the past few moments that I finally took notice of my new 'partner.' 

He was staring at me. I know. How cliché. But in reality, it's not really that cliché. I did just sass a teacher. I'd be staring at me too. 

Except I probably wouldn't be wearing a large shit-eating grin on my face like he was. Shit-eating grin. If you think about it, that's fucking disgusting. Who eats shit? And why would you grin about it? Who the fuck thought that up? Why wo- 

"Ana?" I become aware of a hand repeatedly snapping in front of my face. I swatted it away. 

"I'm not a waitress." I turned my head toward him, obviously annoyed. I was in the middle of questioning one of life's great mysteries. "What?" 

Xavier raised an eyebrow. "So," he said obnoxiously casual, "partner, when should I come over?" I wanted to smack the smirk off his face. I also kind of wanted to smack myself in the face. I had brought this on myself. 

Fuck. 

I shrugged, "I don't know. You free tomorrow after school?" 

Xavier leaned toward me. "Sure. My place or yours?" His tone was suggestive.  

"Mine." As much as I didn't want him in my personal life, I knew very little about his home life. I still hadn't ruled out the drug dealing, gang member option yet. 

His expression made me instantly regret this entire day. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

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Ana gets sassy. Do we like?

Sorry the chapter is so short, but I wanted to get something out before I got too busy. :)

Thank you to begnarlyy for the super cool cover you made me! :D