Blood; Ben Bruce

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Holding Onto You- twenty one pilots
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"Carmen! Pay attention!"

My head snapped up, my eyes wide. The class started to snicker. I sunk in my seat, a blush on my cheeks. "Sorry Mrs. Sanders." I mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, turning to the board and writing down something to do with World War I.

"Pay attention, Carmen." The boy next to me taunted. I looked over and saw the boy I hardly saw I'm class anymore. All he did was ditch with his friends and smoke whatever he could get his hands on.

He had sandy, light hair, blue eyes, and two lip rings. "See something you like?"

I rolled my eyes, turning back to face the board. He chuckled. "C'mon Carmen, we both know you're learning nothing here. You hardly pay attention." He smirked. "You'd make the perfect little wife. So ditsy that anything would slide by."

I bit my lip. "Please leave me alone." I muttered weakly.

He feigned pity. "Aw. Is girly getting sad?"

"Benjamin and Carmen! Speak to me after class since you have no interest in learning anything I have to teach you." Mrs. Saunders snapped.

"Yes, Mrs. Saunders." I whispered.

"Sorry, miss. Can't make it." Benjamin sighed.

"And why not, Mr. Bruce?" She snapped.

He flipped the hair out of his eyes. "Because frankly, I don't give a damn."

My eyes widened. "And I'm sure, little missy over here doesn't care either."

Mrs. Saunders looked furious. Her pudgy face was burning red with anger. "Go to the principal's office. Now."

I looked at the desk, watching out of the corner of my eyes as Benjamin smugly got up from his seat, and sauntered to the door. The urge to look up was too much, and when I did his eyes met mine.

"See you in hell." He smiled.