The 87 Quarterback Bad Boy & Good Girl

5. Mean or Mean Bully

Taylor Williow

Once the bell rang and it finally came time for 12:00 pm in the afternoon time. Lunch time was making me more then happy to speed walk fast outside of my social studies classroom. My stomach has been grumbling now for 20 minutes and it's embarrassing when you can't make it stop making these weird grumbling noises and it's even more embarrassing when you have your classmates eyes look back at you ever 2 minutes or so to see where the noises are coming from. So I'm just happy that class is over and I won't have to sit there with 5 or 8 eyes giving me weird looks either from across the room or close to me. I run really fast past people as I run down the staris, and once my feet hit the downstairs floor, I still continue running only now I run towards the left side which leads me straight into the cafeteria where everyone in the school comes together to eat their food they either bring with them from home or order here in the cafeteria. There's already a lot of people know inside the cafeteria sitting at the tables and eating their food while other tables I see are still empty. I wanna grab an empty table before they're all taken, or else I'll have to go eat my lunch outside of the cafeteria room. Yeah, I better go order my food now before that happens.

I run up and stand behind a guy who is talking to another guy in front of him, in line waiting to order their food. I try and not pay to much attention to what they are talking about because knowing myself as good as I do. I have good hearing when it comes to people talking close to me or far away from me. Heck, even I can hear a dog barking off in the distance in my neighborhood when we have a window open. Like, no joke. I'm serious. That's how good my hearing is. And when I tried to ask my mom one day when a dog was barking off in the distance, when she opened the window, she said to me, "I don't hear nothing, sweetie." Even if she couldn't hear anything, I know for sure for sure for sure that I did hear the dog barking.

The words that come out of the guy in front of me as I stand behind him are words I so do not wanna hear. It's times like these that I wish I didn't have such good hearing. I don't wanna hear about what a guy talks inappropriately about another girl. It's gross. Not to mention, when a guy talks about a girl in a gross way, there's also another girl standing right behind them listening to what they say about that other girl there talking down on. It's just so disrespectful to the girl their talking inappropriately about and especially disrespectful to all girls in general, okay?

"Can you believe that Sasha said fuck off to Dylan when he asked her about if her tits were a good size to squeeze." The guy in front of me asks the guy he's talking to in front of him, and both chuckle.

"I know, right? Dylan is so into her tits that he just can't help himself wanting to ask her. Sasha though doesn't need to be a fucking bitch about it. It's just a question." The guy in front of him replies by talking nasty about her,

"It's not like he's asking her to marry him or give him children. I don't see what the big deal is. There just tits that he wants to squeeze." The guy in front of me says with a laughs

"Excuse me?" I don't know why I just said that, but even if I don't know this Sasha girl. These two jerks of guys have no right to talk to her in a dirty way. "Who do you think you two jerks are talking down on a girl with such dirty hurtful words." I call them out on their rudeness towards Sasha Marie, even if I still don't know her.

Both of the guys turn my way and look at me with narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows. "Were we talking to you? As you eavesdropping into our conversation?"

"N-No I-I-I didn't m-mean t-to e-eavesdrop.. I-It's j-just. I don't like how your talking about a girl when I'm also a girl, too. It's not nice." I say stuttering a little with my words and at the same time scared of what their going to say next.

"If you even are a girl, though?" The guy in front of me says, laughing at his rude comment about me not being a girl.

"Ohhhh, good one, Scott." The guy in front of the one who's standing in front of me says to his friend named Scott, as they both laugh together.