I somehow manage to get to Ms. King's class late and surprisingly, she didn't send me to get a detention slip from the dean of boys and allowed me to just casually go to my seat and sit down. Ben and I both have to hold in laughs when DJ enters the room a bit later that myself, only to be sent out of the room and to the dean of boys.
Now that I think of it, me, Ben, and Trenton never really get in trouble in this class for doing things other people get in trouble for doing. The most she does is telling us to quiet down whenever she hears us talking, but she allows us to pass notes (she lets everyone do that, I'm sure).
But, none of us seem to have paper today.
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I'm dying during the last class of the day while Mrs. Brown lectures the class about who the fuck knows what when my phone buzzes in my bag. I quickly check to be sure the teacher won't see me before grabbing my phone and reading the message.
Sam: Me and Logan are harassing people at Walmart on Friday! Wanna bring Ben? :p
I turn in my seat, making eye contact with a smiling Sam who sat in the back corner. He waves at me as I raise an eyebrow at him before turning back to my phone so I can reply to him.
me: Sure, why the fuck not? What about the others?
Sam: They wanted to go to other places like McDonalds or something, which isn't as cool as going to Walmart
me: Tf can you do at McDonalds??
Sam: Exactly!! Logan wanted to go to McDonalds but I convinced her to come to Walmart with me
Sam: So yeah, ask Ben if he wants in
me: Alright, I'll text him even though you could've done that yourself, ya lazy shit
And with that, I pull up my boyfriend's contact.
me: Hey Benji, wanna go to Walmart this Friday with me and Sam and Logan? We're harassing people
My Benji <3: My ringer is on and we're both so lucky that Mrs. Whitehouse isn't in the room right now.
me: Why am I lucky?
My Benji <3: I would've kicked your ass if I got my phone taken away
me: You can't fight
My Benji <3: Shhh, hush, child.
"Daniel Robert Worsnop, are you texting in my class?" Mrs. Brown yells from the other side of the class. This bitch is always trying to call someone out in front of the class and everyone's fucking sick of it.
"Me? Texting? I was just smiling at my crotch because I appreciate it's existence," I retort, my tone laced with sarcasm and attitude, making a few people around me laugh. Mrs. Brown does nothing but stand there like an idiot, glaring coldly at me. I expect her to march her saggy-titty ass over here and snatch my phone away, but surprisingly, she turns back to the board and angrily continues the lesson. Well, alright then...
Sam: I'm weak xD
me: I bet you are xD
Then I go back to mine and Ben's conversation.
me: I kinda just pissed Mrs. Brown off :'D
My Benji <3: Tf did you do?
me: She caught me texting and called me out in front of the class so I got an attitude with her
My Benji <3: Omg what did you say?
me: I told her that I was smiling at my crotch because I appreciated its existence
My Benji <3: Me too
me: You're dirty
My Benji <3: I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY
me: HOW ELSE COULD YOU HAVE MEANT IT
My Benji <3: IDK
me: THATS BECAUSE YOURE LYING
me: I BET YOURE BLUSHING YOURE SO CUTE YOU DIRTY LITTLE BOY
My Benji <3: OOPS THE TEACHERS COMING TO TAKE MY PHONE LOVE YOU
me: LOVE YOU TOO
And that's how I got my boyfriend in trouble. Poor kid.
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Scars Don't Heal When You Keep Cutting ♡ brusnop
Fanfictiontitle from Asking Alexandria's "I Was Once, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps A Cowboy King"
