Suck It Up.

Chapter 2

I didn't even acknowledge the coffee seeping into my black vans and the whole college started whispering. "Are your feet ok? That coffee looked pretty hot." Tom said, and I snapped out of my daze. "What, oh yeah yeah, my feet are fine, thanks though." When in actual fact I was trying not to swear blue murder. "Wh-what did you say before?" I asked, sighing from my stutter. "Oh yeah, I watched your YouTube channel, I had no idea that you used to identify, well, as her." Tom said, and I stared in disbelief. He watched my old videos. Tom watched my videos. "Yeah, I just felt like now was the right time to tell YouTube you know? But I didn't realise that people actually remembered me." Me and Tom talked until the beginning of first period, then I walked to media with Cam. We were silent for about 2 minutes , Cam was the first to speak.

"You fucking like him don't you?" He said, winking. "What, I don't jeez." "Oh come on it's fucking obvious you shit, you spilt coffee on your feet when he spoke to you! You are going to smell of coffee all day my friend." Crap was it really that obvious. "Well he doesn't like me so there's not point in talking about it, there's no point in getting my hopes up." I said, sighing. Cam just laughed and muttered under his breath "dipshit."

Well we got to media and I knew all of the shit they teach us so I was just getting everything done in the first half an hour and I had an hour and a half to kill time. So I drew. I drew band members, logos, and him. I payed attention to his jawline, the freckles on his face, the way his fringe fell over his eyes. I spent every second I had left of that lesson memorising his features and placing them onto the paper, as if he was design to be on the page. The bell rang for break and I snapped out of my daze. It was 11, I had one lesson after break, then I was finished for the day.

Me and Cam tried to find Emily, but she was probably being held back at the end of her lesson again. That girl, I swear to god. Cam likes Emily. They've known each other since they were young, they survived high school together and went to the same college so they would still have each other. Emily is always being held back after class, joking around, acting like she doesn't give two shits about anything. People think she's really dumb but she just doesn't pay attention in class. She still ends up getting the top grades but people look past that and just assume she just jokes around in class because she doesn't understand anything.

We eventually found Emily, playing Pokemon as usual, but she had been crying clearly."Whats up Em" I ask hugging her because I feel bad for not talking to her earlier. "Meh, just my fucking english class and my fucking teacher and ughhhhh!" She yells, catching the attention of a few people. "Wait whats happened??" I asks, figuring this is bad because Em does not swear. "I'm being held back a year in English. I'm allowed to finish my other A levels but I have to come back to this hell hole next year to retake English because apparently my work has been slipping drastically this year. I mean, it's not that bad! I'm getting C's so it could be worse." That hit me hard. She's been getting straight A's this doesn't make sense. I don't ask her anymore about it because I really didn't want a punch in the face today. We start talking about the new Panic! At The Disco album that was announced this week, and how hot Brendon Urie is as Satan, and how hot is is in general. The bell rings, a sound that I have not gotten used to since my first day of year 7 and I head to graphics.

We have a cover teacher this term because our teacher Miss Armstrong is having a baby, so I pull out my iPod and listen to some Neck Deep while I finish the 1st copy of my final piece. I decided to do manga for my final thing, which was a really bad idea. The eyes alone are so fucking technical and my tiny brain can't hadle. The lesson passes quickly considering it's a single lesson. I pack my stuff up and get the fuck out of that lesson because I'm too excited to see the gang. I don't tell people that my best friends are famous on YouTube because I'll just be bombarded by screaming fangirls and nobody wants that. I walk out of college to the bus stop, whipping my oyster card out of my pocket, counting down the minutes until I can be playing mario kart and eating pizza.

*Enjoy guys, Danny out*