pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

005°

Michael

I walked to my locker after lunch break and went to get my books. Next period was English and I wasn't ready to get a scolding from the scornful Ms Williams.

You see, the thing is, I'm good at English, but it has never bothered me to try. It doesn't really matter to me, and honestly, I'm just doing thing because the annoying dad of mine threatened me to kick me out if I fail English again.

So, maybe, this year I'll try.

Keyword: Maybe.

I walked in to see that someone occupied my usual seat.

It was that blondie boy again.

"What do you want?" I demanded when I walked up to him.

"Why can't I sit here? I've sat here since Year 4, and I'm not going to change it just because of you," He replied me, still doodling away in his stupid book.

"I have sat here since Year 2 mind you, now scram and find a seat of your own," I snapped at him.

"What do you mean you've sat here since Year 2? Aren't you new?" He mentioned casually and I went to grab his book, taking it away from him.

"Hey! Give it back!" He whined as I tossed it to the next table.

"If you want it back, get it yourself," I remarked. "Oh and, I'm not new here, I've been in this school longer than you have been here."

He gave up and scrambled to the next seat as I sat down in triumph.

***

Luke

I tore off the page that I was scribbling on after that dîck ruined it while taking my book away from me.

Why was he in my favorite class? Wasn't he new? Why haven't I seen him before when he wasn't new? How old was he?

Questions bombarded my head like a machine gun and I shook them off, trying to concentrate on what I was doodling.

I didn't want anything to do with him.

Our teacher, personally my favorite, Ms Williams, came in and started the lesson.

Ever since the lesson started, Michael kept throwing eraser pieces at me. I brushed them off, trying to ignore his annoying behavior but he continued. The pieces got larger and larger and I wondered how many erasers he has, being able to throw that much at me.

I finally looked at him and glared, but only to see his smug smile.

I decided that I would inform Ms Williams about it.

Still looking at him, I raised up my hand, trying to get Ms Williams' attention. He saw what I was trying to do and his expression became priceless. He started mouthing sorry and waving at me, like he didn't want me to tell her about what he has done. I lifted up an eyebrow and a rush of sympathy came upon me.

I put down my hand but it was too late.

"Yes Luke?" She asked me, smiling warmly.

"Uh, m-may I go to the toilet?" I quickly tried to find an excuse.

My bladder wasn't really exploding but whatever. I could use a trip there to check my flower crown anyway.

"Sure, take the pass," She handed me a card before going on to the grammar she was talking about before I accidentally interrupted her.

I walked out of the classroom and sighed.

My first day of Year 10 is such a chore.