Care; Sam Bettley

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UGH!- The 1975
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I held my head down, not even attempting to removing my eyes from the ground. From Ms. Paulson's class, I traveled to PE.

Apparently my refusal to look up caught the attention of Whitney Jenkins. I saw her new boyfriend Matt Cobain next to the annoying girl. "Hey halfbreed!" She yelled.

My muscles tensed at the word I despised so. I continue to walk, my breathing becoming jagged by a faint sense of anger. She calls at me again, using the word once more. "Hey, she's talking to you, mutt." Matt says, laughing as if it were the funniest joke.

Finally I turn, jaw tense and an expressionless glare in my eye. Matt laughs even harder. "Oi, the little halfbreed thinks she's tough, eh?" I huff an angry sigh, growing tired of Matt's idiotic behavior. "How cute." He finished with a smug smirk.

I really stood no chance to Matt with him being a varsity wrestler, yet I was done with the three years of ridicule by him and his friends.

"Would you kindly fuck off?" I spit. Though I have the gruff, tired voice down to a science, my eyes still refuse to leave the ground.

He leans his hand under my chin, forcing my head up. His fingers clasp my lips, like a parent would do to a child if they were to talk back. I cringe, grabbing his wrist. When he refuses to let go, I dig my nails into his skin as hard as I possibly can. In an instant, his hand jumps back, inspecting any harm I did to him.

"Don't touch me."

"Little brat." He growls, grabbing my hair by the roots. This will undoubtedly leave me a headache later on as he continues to pull my hair. I kick at him, getting closer and closer to my target.

It takes me another thirty seconds to reach where I am dying to hit and his grasp on my scalp finally recedes. In a cocky moment, I grab his lips giving the treatment the bloke deserved.

My head and heart are pounding furiously in some sort of rhythm. I watch as teachers flood into the hall, taking a look at me and Matt.

The boy looks like he's swallowing the lump in his throat just for Whitney so she doesn't have to see him shed his tears in memory of his previous jewels. "Well, at least he can't procreate," A voice says from behind me.

Psychology boy of course.

"Quinn, is it? You messed him up, but your lip is bleeding, love."

My hands trace up, feeling the warm liquid of my blood on my finger tips. I hesitate, deciding whether to engage or ignore him. Finally, I nod.

"What, did you forget your name?" He jokes.

I just kicked one's testicles, I think I'm up to do it again, I think with a sneer. I roll my eyes, watching as a teacher approached me. "What happened here Ms. Tamura?" She demands, her squeaky voice irritating me even more.

"He called me halfbreed, I told him to leave me alone. He grabbed my lips, so I scratched him. He got mad, grabbed my hair, then I kicked him." I explain nonchalantly.

She shakes her head. "Ms. Tamura, we would like to talk to you further. We are very against fighting at this school, and will punish anyone who engages in the barbaric task. You know this."

I attempt to resist the urge to roll my eyes, but my whole body is filled with irritation. She gasps dramatically. "Go to Ms. Paulson's office. Maybe she can talk some sense into you delinquents." She scoffs.

I do the same, forcing a smile onto my lips. I turn away, feeling my lip again. Psychology boy and I share eye contact for a second before I look away and he turns red.

"Why are you getting red?" I test. "I'm not a pretty girl so you have no reason to be embarrassed." That only encourages the glow to warm into a brighter pink.

"I'll walk you to Ms. Paulson's?" He asks as if it's a request for some reason.

"Sure?" I mock.

He smiles sheepishly, before something seemingly flashes before him. "Oh, hey, here," He announces, rummaging through his book bag to hand me a tissue.

I nod, dabbing with my tongue and placing it onto my split lip. The tension is high as we walk, but I could care less.

"You have really pretty lips." He blurts out of no where.

I arch a brow, stifling a chuckle. "Thanks? What do you want a blowjob?"

His pretty eyes widen. "I– no, no, no!"

I stop in front of Ms. Paulson's other office. "Let me get to know you better, but I'm not up for it. So, bye psychology boy." I open the door, beginning to step inside.

"It's Sam!" He calls.

"Okay? Bye Sam?" Before he replies, I shut the door.

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what does it mean when a you and a boy are really good friends, he has a girlfriend who you have DESPISED SINCE YOU MET HER, but then gets oddly jealous when you joke and say another cute boy is your best friend?

please help im freaking out