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「 Maevie 」
Dick.
Is the only word ringing through my head as I open my locker and stuff my unnecessary books inside. I study my timetable for a few moments and brace myself as I slam the locker shut and try to find my way to my first class of the day. Which would be easier if Satan's spawn didn't abandon me.
I do find it – just in time – and when I walk inside, the asshole himself, is sitting up the back smirking at me. I sigh and find a seat a few rows ahead of him and decide that I'm going to have to do this by myself. Which I actually don't mind. As long as old broody moody pants over there stays away from me.
Literally I think the only thing he's said to me was the follow me from earlier.
Is it socially acceptable to get up in the middle of class and punch someone in the face? Or balls? Preferably both. I've heard girls talking about both of those things all morning which is gross. And on top of that everyone seems to call him – and I nearly cried laughing when I heard this – The King.
Just no. We aren't in first grade pretending to be kings and queens on the playground anymore. This is senior year. I'm guessing most of these student are going to be flown halfway round the country – possibly even the world – after we graduate, I think it's time to move on from the elementary level games and stop focusing on your huge ass egos.
As if sensing I'm hating on him in my head I feel a piece of paper hit my shoulder. When I turn back guess who threw it? Oh well, it'd be the boy who didn't graduate elementary school because he's still a child with the ego of a thousand suns.
Instead of giving him a reaction I simply turn back to the teacher. I've been through years of this, it isn't new to me.
I can feel his glare on the back of my head all throughout the lesson, I'm still confused as to why he seemingly hates me. What did I do? Literally nothing.
Halfway through the class, the door bursts open and a flustered and puffing Annika, and a smirking Wes enter. "Sorry that we're late miss, Anni bananie here got a bit lost."
"And why did she get lost if you were with her?" the teacher who introduced herself earlier as Miss Cooper asks.
That stumps him. "Uh, climate change?"
"Next time Mr Reed, if you purposely make Ms Dayton late, you will be the one to suffer the consequences, she will get off scotch free." She eyes him with contempt. "And don't even think of pulling this in any other classes. I'll be having a chat with the other teachers after class."
Wes groans. "It was a one-time thing I promise."
"Nothing is ever a one-time thing with you Reed." Miss Cooper's eyes move to Anni, and they soften instantly. "How are you doing Annika? I'm Miss Cooper, take a seat and cool down for a bit okay?" Anni smiles at the teacher, elbows Wes hard enough in the gut that he grunts and bends over.
