"Fuck this!" I yell at Mr Jones.
I was currently arguing with him over stupid maths.
"Language, miss Carter!" He tried to lower his anger.
"Oh I'm sorry I couldn't fucking help myself because you're being an ass!"
"That's it out of my class room! I'll see you in detention after school"
"Wouldn't miss it for the FUCKING world!" I stir even more.
This was just another typical day at school. Teachers just piss me off because right from the beginning they hate me, maybe it's because of my purple hair or maybe it's the nose piercing I don't know but either way they should be thankful I haven't punched them in face yet.
As I walk out of the door, I see a pink haired boy walk around the corner. Of corse I'm going to follow that piece of fairy floss.
"I can see you" he giggles.
Well fuck he's cute.
"Sorry I was just curious" I cover up.
"Well you're the first person to be curious about me" he looks me up and down.
"Well what can I say, it's the hair"
"Do you have a name?" He smiles
"Na I just go with what ever people want to call me"
"Well uh, Barney, I'm Michael"
"Oh Barney as in the purple dinosaur, clever, Michael."
"Yes Barney I was just about to leave and go get lunch, wanna join?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, fairy floss" I laugh
Who is this guy and why the fuck did he just come out of nowhere?
We just walk out of school and head towards the parking lot.
"Wait you drive?" I ask.
"Yerp, do I not look old enough to drive? Oh are you 12?" He laughs.
Which is the cutest thing ever.
"Haha no I'm 17, but I've been to lazy to go get my license"
"Well you're stupid"
"Is it that easy to tell?"
"You know what Barney, I like you, I might just keep you"
"I'm not some lost puppy" I get into his black car. "Oh and I like how your car matches your soul"
"Oh that was a good one" he turns the car on.
After driving for about five minutes with his loud music, which I seemed to have enjoyed because it was Greenday. We arrive at Mc Donald's.
"You know my name is actually Jess" I laugh.
"Oh how original, I'm still calling you Barney, it suits you better" he slams his door shut.
"Okay, what ever" I laugh.
We walk into maccas together. So many parole stare at us like we just came out of some kind of circus. I could see Michael getting a little bit to annoyed by it.
"They're staring at me not you, so don't worry about it. They probably know my parents" I lie. The were staring at us, not just me.
"You know what, I think it's because I'm sexy as fuck and I'm walking into with a sexy as fuck girl" he mumbles to himself. Probably think I cannot hear him.
"What?" I laugh.
"Oh nothing, we should just stir even more." He pulls a grin from ear to ear.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing is more uncomfortable the. PDA, right?"
"Right, and?"
Michael grabs my hand intertwined his fingers with mine.
"Oh I get it" I laugh.
A few people get the idea but one old couple were still staring at us.
"Next level?" He asks
"Uh and what's that?" I shrug.
"This"
Michael clashes his lips with mine. What seemed like a few minutes was only a few seconds.
Oh god I wanna do that again.
"They're coming over" I laugh
"You two are the cutest thing, I and this one here used to just like you two. And now look at us. 50 years into marriage and loving every minute of it, and you seem to be more in love than us" the old man laughs while pointing to his wife.
"How can you tell we are in love?" Michael speaks up.
Why is Michael asking this? Why does he care? He's known me for like an hour.
"The way you look at each other" the lady speaks up before they both exit.
"We are better actors then I thought" I laugh.
"Yeah, acting" Michael fake smiles.
He's confusing me.
We go up to the counter but when I try to pay for mine Michael insist on paying for me.
"No Michael piss off" I laugh
"No seriously, let me" he laughs back.
The poor cashier was getting so confused. How is such a bad looking boy such a gentleman?
Michael argues with me way to long so I just give up.
"I win!" He yells.
"Shut up! It's only because people behind us were getting angry" I whine
"Order 34!" The cashier yells.
"That's ours" I run and get it.
"What time do you have to be back at school?" I ask Michael as we sit down at a table.
"I don't until this afternoon for Mr Jones's detention"
"Me too, how did you get yours?" I say while shovelling fries into my mouth.
"Throwing a book at Stacy Chartons head" he laughs. "She was complaining about how much extra study she has and that she won't be able to complete her homework, so I picked up a guys book beside me and bam! The bitch is gone!" He goes into his own little laughing fit and I join him.
I hate Stacy she always goes on about her own life and how hard it is. Like bitch I'm sorry your pool cleaner died.
"What about you?" Michael leans in closer to me.
"I told him to fuck off, not as great as your story but yeah" I laugh
"Well this afternoons going to be fun."
"How long have you even been at State high?"
"A few weeks"
"I haven't even seen you around yet"
"I've seen you" Michael whispers.
"Michael can I ask you something really strange?"
"Yeah?" He shrugs
"Was this a date? I mean you offered to take me, you drove, you called me sexy as fuck, we kissed, you payed for me and you made me laugh, so is it?" I blurt out.
"If you want it to be" Michael winks.
"Well I don't know do you want it to be?" I wink back.
"I do" he smiles.
