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Charlie starts, "Did he just-"
I reply, "Yuhp."
"He said-"
"I know."
"And then-"
"Yea."
"That nod-"
"You saw?"
She finishes,"Who didn't?" Shaking my head with a ghost of a smile on my face I rest my elbow on the oak table, and drop my chin into the palm of my hand tapping my fingers against my lip in thought. I keep thinking. Then I turn my chin with two fingers, facing myself back towards Charlie who looks like she was about to pee due to excitement, "You know," I state, "He called me a pussy." My frown is evident as I mutter on.
Charlie simply rolls her honey orbs "Well, it's not like he was entirely wrong."
I raise both my eye brows, oh the shame, scoffing, "Excuse me?"
Charlie sighs and clears her throat, "Well.."
"...Go on Char," Here I thought she was my best friend, instead, she sits in front of me betraying me for a devil in the form of a arrogant, good-looking god.
"You know."
"Know what?"
"You have it, I mean one. You have one, therefore it was legal for him to make that statement." She's rambling on and waving her hands around trying to make a point by insulting me.
"So...it's appropriate for him to call me a pussy just because I own such? I call fibs." I stare at her and heave out a distressed sigh, "You don't exactly see me going around telling the testosterone filled hull's in this hell hole of a school that they need to tame their johnny's."
She wriggles her eyebrows and clicks her tongue, "Ah, but you do tell them to carry a go-to icepack in their groins and go to church to say, forgive me father for I have sinned. Oh, and I quote 'Jesus died for you, and this is how you repay him?' "
That's my best friend-mentally forgiving her I shoot her a sheepish smile, "At least I let them down gently, and anyway, it was one time."
She opens her mouth again; "So was this, a one time thing. Next time I will kick his hot jewels and send them to the cash converters for a little something something." I let out a laugh not expecting that at all, wiping a tear because I was so tired I pack up my rubbish and stand up.
"Come on, lunch is almost over we need to skadoot." Charlie simply replies with a wink, and with a flick of her skirt she was strutting her way to the rubbish bin and into the school building.
The boys had gone over for baseball practice during my day dream hour and had missed out on the show. Prez would have probably shouted out 'cuz' and given Roman a fist bump for the great pun. And that pisses me off. It was great, but so rude. He offended us. Me and my womanhood. I now had two hours of study period, and I just wasn't feeling it. Can't possibly last another two hours without dropping dead on the floor and becoming the 21st century's first sleeping beauty.
I make my way towards my class, trudging past the vending machine my focus solely on successfully walking in a straight line without being questioned about my physical state of being. Moments later I stop in my tracks. The colourful hallway is deserted and I'm sure I'm beyond late. Pivoting on the balls of my shoes, my body turns sideways as I make a swift U-turn back to the vending machine.
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