Friendship

Amsterdam III

"Everybody's talking about my tight pants, I got my tight pants on," I heard my mother singing. I was really annoyed to read Kiano's letter, because I tried to write something he wants to read, but he still won't accept it. Ugh, so annoying. He wants something cool, he will get it.

Yo Kai,

I really don't know what your issues, maybe it's that time of the month I would be angry too if there was blood coming out of my penis. -Which I don't have- but is it really necessary to act so cool, because there is nobody, who reads these letters except the two of us. So really there is no need to act tough, because it doesn't do s**t with me. I really try to cut back the profanities I would usually use, because I respect you being a christian.

But I dislike you being mean, in the getting to know each other phase. You have already judged me based on a few letters. I don't know a God, but isn't he the only judge. I saw something on Tumblr about: only casting the first stone if you're without sins. Well... What I mean to say is that, you have  no right to call me the worst person if you're the one who is crying like a little baby.

I really just want you to get over yourself, the hearty paper wasn't me falling in love with you. HAHAHA please give me a break, I have zero feelings for you, not even friendly ones anymore. You totally ruined it, by judging me. Why do they call atheists like me, mean, if you didn't show any effort or kindness. Please go cycling.

I have an annoying brother as well his name is Zachary, my mother acts as if she's seventeen. That makes me look like a 40 year old. So I could already get married according to your parents logic.

Well, everybody has issues and your issues weren't my fault. Was your fault of not speaking up and the messed up views of your girl and your parents. So yeah, whatever don't ever blame me.

Rachel.

I placed that letter in an even nicer envelope and added more perfume and added a lipstick kiss.
I wrote this will teach you acting like a jerk. XO.

My teacher cocked his eyebrow by the sight of my letter, he shook his head and said.

"I really don't want to know, but please shake your head, is this a romance nod or is this a sweet revenge shake," I shook my head,  flipped my hair and made my way to my seat. The teacher gave me that weird look and keep his eyes fixed on me for a few seconds.

"So class, it's a nice sunny day, you can all go," I was quite suprised as he hardly left us. He looked quite lost right now, made him look even younger. I had to ask him if something was wrong.

"Hey Rachel," Anne-Marie gave me the I want you look, I sighed and braced myself for an Anntrum. You will get me soon.

"Hey," She repeated awkwardly.

"Anne-Marie what do y-," her lips suddenly full of my, her arms forcefully gripped around me, people arround us screaming things such as boxeaters, lesbos, hairy cup lovers. I am trying to push her away, whilst she forces her tongue in my mouth.

Suddenly the teacher break us up, Ann-Marie pushes him away. She becomes red.

"What's your problem man," He stood dangerously close to her, saying that.

"I was just having fun, stop hating man," She stood even closer, man that girl is not afraid at all.

"She doesn't wa-," she pushed him, "I know that you want to f*** her as well, I saw how you looked at her ass just today, you always stare at her," he walks away and I want to follow him, she grabs my arm.

"Leave him ba-" I forcefully pull my arm out of her grip.

"I am not gay and I have zero feelings for you, even if you were the last person on this earth, even if all men suddenly died of a weird kind of sickness. I am not into you and I will never be." She shrugged.

"Fine bang the teacher," I raised my middle finger and walked after the teacher.

I started looking for him and found him in the music room.

"It is true Rach, I hate to admit it, but it is true. It's hard for me, I am not even way older. When I go out sometimes I see kids of this school and you know it sucks and you, you are beyond beautiful and amazing" I was quite conflicted what to do, comfort him or walking away and reporting him. He didn't do anything, these are his feelings some classmates have strong feelings about him too.

So I decided to do what's best, I gave him a nice hug. He hesitated, but hugged me back eventually, he held on to me very tight. I do know how messed up this sound and many people will say that I had to report his ass, especially for what happens next.

"Wow, man," I broke the hug abruptly, because of the thing I felt poking, the teacher ran of and I stayed in the music room contemplating of my life choices. I really felt that I had to talk about this, but no guy ever became hard for me, certainly not a teacher so I need to carefully pick my words out.

How do you even start a conversation like that?