"I freaking knew it." Phil nearly yelled in the middle of class.
"Shut up." I responded.
"Oh, come on, you know you loved it."
"Just drop it!" I actually yelled.
"Mr. Quinn, control yourself please." My English teacher Ms. Greene gave Phil and I a death glare.
~
"Well, its not ugly." I told my mother as she put up a picture of Jesus on our wall.
"You hate it." She sighed.
"No, no, its great." I exclaimed sarcastically.
"Will, why are you so... sad lately?" She asked.
"I'm not sad."
"Well then, what's wrong with you?" she responded "You've been completely insufferable and not to mention rude."
"How so?"
"First off, you snapped on that nice boy from church..."
"I just said 'Hi'" I cut her off.
"Well whatever it is, figure it out and get over it."
Of course I loved my mom, but she just had a way of pushing my buttons (typical teenager). I didn't understand what she saw in this church, it was all too forced and fake for me.
~
The ride to school was always the worst part of my day; as the large cluster of buildings came closer, my default good mood would disintegrate.
"Be safe." My mom uttered as I closed the door of her car.
'Its school not prison, I'll be fine.' I thought as I walked up to the old rusted fence that practically shouted; 'Now Entering Hell: We Hope You Stay A While'.
Immediately after I entered I saw a crowd form around a guy and a girl, sorry let me rephrase, a goddess. He was yelling at her and was about to put his hands on her. I looked around to see who was going to jump in and save her, and to my utter surprise no one stood to the challenge. They just watched in awe as a girl was being assaulted in the middle of the patio.
At that moment I recalled all my martial arts training ( karate from the age of 6 to 7), laced my metaphorical boots, and frantically jumped in.
I woke up on the ground, crowd gone except for Phill and the mystery girl I had just 'saved'
"My hero." she said as she rolled her eyes, "I can take care of myself, thanks."
" Well I'd like to extend a formal apology for putting my face between his fist and your face." I retorted while I groggily stood back up.
"He wouldn't dare put his hands on me, he'd be too scared"
"Of a thin, 5 and-a-half foot girl? I doubt it," Phil interjected.
"Shut up Tinker Bell, I could drop you before you could say 'faith, trust and pixie dicks'," she said angrily and teased her short, blonde hair.
She began to storm off into the school.
"Wait!" I yelled out, I don't know why. Maybe I wanted to see her face again (well done, creep).
"What could 'Superman' possibily want from me?"
"What's your name?"
She looked at me with a puzzled expression and rolled her eyes again, this time she smiled slightly (and I mean very slightly).
