Street Artist

Chapter 5: Fucking Miss Congeniality

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"There once was a man named Micheal Finnigan/ He had whiskers on his chinnigan/ The wind came along and they blew back in again/ Poor old Micheal Finnigan Begin again.  There-"

"SHUT UP!"

Jade sticks her tongue out.

"You suck."

I send her an amused look.  Call me crazy, but I think my response was perfectly justifiable.  You would be annoyed too if you had to listen to Jade singing that over and over and over again for the past 20 minutes. 

I'm actually happy when we get to school- this rarely ever happens- purely due to the fact that it means a break from that stupid song. 

So what if my start to the day wasn't eaxactly wonderful?  So what if I'm starving because I skipped breakfast due to the fact that all we had was a lousy banana?  Or that I'm going to have that song permanently etched into my brain thanks to Jade?  The point is, things could be worse.  And get worse they did.

Let's start with the minute we walk into the school building, shall we?  Well, the first thing I see is Courtney and Seth sucking face in the hallway.  If I had eaten breakfast, I would probably lose it.  I'm not a prude, really, I'm not one of those people that is completely disgusted by PDA.  But that doesn't make me any more fond of having to see two of my least favorite people try to eat each other first thing in the morning.

To make it even better, the happy couple decided to have their make-out session literally right in front of my locker.  Fucking perfect.

Normally, I would walk up to them and either, a) ask them 'politely' if they would mind, I don't know, moving so I could get to my locker, b) tell them, considerably less politley, to get a room or to go exchange STDs somewhere else because I need to get my books, or, my personal favorite, c) shove them out of my way and proceed to open my locker as though it never happened.  However, because I am me, being in a position where I can't draw attention to myself lest it somehow causes people to figure out about my- er- non-school sanctioned extracurricular activities, instead end up standing there awkwardly.  Bad idea.

"I'm sorry, can I help you with something?  Because it looked like you were watching me kiss my boyfriend, weirdo."  Courtney glares at me with her thickly lined eyes.

"Y-you're in front of my locker.  I- I need to get m-my books for class."  I blush.  My acting skills really do deserve to be recognized.  I should get a medal or something, honestly.

Seth smirks at us and I resist the urge to roll my eyes... or smack him... or both...  For a minute Courtney just stands there, narrowing her eyes at me, before she smiles.  For the record, this is most definitely NOT a genuine smile.  More like an evil smile...  But she doesn't say anything, just pulls Seth along down the hall.  Weird.

Naturally, I'm late to homeroom.  My day keeps getting better and better, no?  No. 

1st period- Courtney trips me when I get up to sharpen my pencil.

2nd period- Math with Mr. Megari.  That man is pure evil.  We had a pop quiz, which I probably failed.

3rd period- Seth ends up jabbing me in the back with his pencil until I turn around.  He asks if he can borrow an eraser.  I get in trouble for talking during class and I get a detention thanks to him.