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The final bell of the day sounded through the halls obnoxiously loud. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and followed the crowd of equally tired and cranky teens making their way towards the nearest exit.
Today was like any other day: uneventful, slow, and boring. Even the members of the pep squad that read the morning announcements weren't as lively. I guess with finals and coming up and brewing senioritis, your mood will go based on the day.
On the other hand though, upon leaving my classroom, I did notice that my infamous project partner and his friends seemed to have woken up in a better mood than the rest of the student body. Since we've become acquainted, I've come accustomed to his upbeat rhythm, but today he seemed actually cheerful.
As I placed my books in the locker, my brow raised like a hook when the sound of his boyish laughter caught my attention. Whatever they were talking about seemed to be more amusing than learning about the wonders of budgeting. So of course, like the nosey neighbor I was, I tuned in a listening ear.
"Oh yea bro! That shit was wild. Did you see it?"
"Fuck no. You think I want to see that?" My partner laughed.
"What? Scared you might be into it. Gay ass." His counterpart joked.
"Shiiiiiidddd....maybe."
"Naw, bro pause" his friend snickered, laughing through his words.
I rolled my eyes at their unprofound banter, and continued to stuff my locker. There wasn't more I needed to listen to nor did I want to. However, I could tell they concluded their conversation and expressed an 'until next time. By the time I was done. And as soon as I slammed my locker shut for the day, a near 6' foot fair skinned FUcK smiling down my face sent my heart on vacation.
The way I gripped my heart could have me sent to the office for holding handfuls of my tit in a public space. My chest heaved as I caught my breath, and the deadliest glare aimed straight at the culprit.
"Aw, my bad jay."
"Out of my face!" I hissed, a stubby finger laced with poison stabbed his nose, flattening the nostrils.
He stared down at it with amusement swimming in his eyes and spoke with a nasally tone ."What, you got asthma or something?"
"No, you weirdo! Who the heck walks up on someone like that?"
"Me."
"Well don't!" Using the same finger, I pushed harder into his bulbous nose tip, then released it using the momentum to push off his head.
