Virgin Lips

Crazy Ex

        "Hey," I heard his annoying voice whisper from behind.

        He repeated a little louder, "Hey."

        My right eye twitched. I was in Math for heavens sake and didn’t want to fail this class so it would really be helpful if Cameron stuffed a rock in his mouth. Better yet, I could do it for him. 

        “You distr-” was all I heard my teacher say before my train of thoughts got interrupted by him once again.

        "Hey," He whispered that word which I decided I hated.

        "Would you just shut your trap for once!" I slammed my hands onto the table and yelled, my temper finally getting the best of me. Mr. Cien immediately stopped talking and looked at me in shock.

        "Mrs. Lette?" Mr. Cien coughed.

        "Oh not you," I struggled to say, "U-uh I was talking to this dimwit behind me."

        Mr. Cien glared at me, "That 'dimwit' is your classmate and you have to respect him."

        Of course he would defend Cameron. Everyone loved him because he was the captain of the basketball state champion team. He was so popular that I wonder why I never knew what he looked like. Popular, hot, athletic, every girls dream right? He's a walking Ken doll. But to me he's just a prick. I mean of course I heard of him through whispers of frantic girls, and gossip floating around. But I guess it’s understandable because I never really paid attention to anyone in the school. I barely even know half of this class’s names. I was kind of in my own bubble, throwing sarcastic remarks at anyone who even got close enough to pop it. Well, except for my adorable best friend Leo. 

        I started to say, "But Cameron was-"

        "Silence Leah!"

        I laid my head on my desk and sighed to myself, "Annoying dick of a teacher."

        "Ahem."

        My head instantly shot up in panic. I looked around frantically to see all of my classmates staring at me with wide eyes. Oh shoot. That was significantly louder than I thought it was. To make it even worse, Mr. Cien is the strictest teacher when it comes to curse words.

        "Since Mrs. Latte seems to adore you and me so much, Cameron shall you escort her to the principle's office?"

        I could feel his smirk from behind my seat, "My pleasure."

        I put my hand behind my seat and flipped him off. The little bastard just chuckled. Cameron got out of his chair and grabbed my hand tight so I wouldn’t be abel to escape.

        "Come on Troublemaker, let's get you punished," He whispered in my ear.

        I glared at him and kept on trying to tug my hand out of his. But the effort was futile since it just made him clutch onto my hand even harder. For every tug, the tightness would increase. 

        I rolled my eyes and said, "I really do hate you."

        As he opened the door he responded, “Keep on pretending sweetheart, it’s what you do best."

        We walked out of the classroom with everyone staring at us quarreling.

        When he closed the door and we were far enough so no one could hear us I shouted, "Why are you so infuriating?!"