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"so you're dating her?" stacy comes up behind me, following me outside of class and over to cooking class, even though she isn't in that one. or was it sandra..? fuck, i still don't know her name.
her orange hair is tied into a bun that's screaming my name. if i wasn't a man with respect, i'd tug on it for her undeniable harassment over the past couple of months.
she's talking about clementine, of course. apparently, sitting next to somebody in class means you're dating them now. i must've missed the memo.
i don't reply, wanting to leave her more in suspense. she continues talking about some stupid shit i'm not listening to. there's a smile on my face, why is there a smile on my face?
maybe it's because i can still feel her soft leg pressed up again mine, or her voice is still echoing in my ears. her eyes are still staring into mine, i'm still in that room with her.
jesus, who the fuck am i?
"she's annoying, can you be with someone annoying?" sarah's voice always sounds like she's shrieking. it's high pitched and fucking irritating.
"how can she be annoying if she doesn't speak?" i reply, deadpan. i turn a corner, trying to lose her as my feet pick up, walking faster than one usually does.
she only speeds up, practically running besides me as i take long, quick strides to block B. "she's.. ugly." she goes with instead.
my eyebrows pinch together as i burst out laughing at the idea. ugly? sounds like somebody is fucking insecure.
"what's funny!" she shrieks, and i groan at the sound. like a pig squealing.
"sarah," i begin, stopping in my tracks so that i can face her, so she can understand how fucking serious i am. "i mean it when i say, get the fuck away from me."
her anger dies down at the threat in my tone. she knows i don't take people pissing me off lightly. i won't hit her, of course, but i'd be happy to strike her brother—and she knows this.
she stammers, trying to say something but shock keeps her rendered silent. i spin back around, my fists clenched as i walk to class.
"it's sadie!" she calls out, and i flip her off without looking. damn, sadie would've been my last guess.
not much longer later and lucas falls in step with me. by the tired look on his face, and his damp hair, he's just coming out of p.e.
lucas has cooking with me only because he wanted more than one class with me. every day, without fail, he reminds me how much he hates this class.
that's his own damn fault, no one told him to do something he didn't want to. we already have basketball practice and social studies with each-other. why more?
"hey, brother." he pants, running a hand through his hair. i cock a brow, turning my head to look at his fragile state. lucas likes basketball, but he despises all other sport.
"what's wrong with you?"
"track." he heaves, sounding like it took every bone in his body to get that out. the bag he has lifted onto his shoulder falls when he bends over, clutching his stomach.
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his and hers | 18+
Romantizmi have no safe space, no haven. my home is a wreck, and everyone at school hates me. the least i can do for myself is lay low. i don't speak to anyone, i don't have any friends, my hoodie is always drawn. i keep to myself, and that's how i like it...
