1 Boy 1 Girl 1 Classroom

Chapter 1-Sarcasm. the word that defines me.

***Wave's POV***

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Bored.

That is the one thing I'm feeling.

Utterly bored.

Sitting in Class, listening to...Ummm, what was his name again? I'm sure it was Mr.Dub
Or Mr. Dun? I can't remember.

Yeah...I don't really remember teachers name.

But anyway. I'm being assigned with some random dude who I'd rather fucking hammer into the ground than talk to.

Yeah...I'm not very social...

"....Ms. Smith and Mr. Sivanne you will be pared for this project, Mr. Sivanne , would you please take a seat next to Waverley?" He says, a small amount of Spite and mockery as he called my name.

"Its Wave Fucktard." I say as I roll eyes.

"Waverley. I do not tolerate that language."

"Oh yeah? Do ya think I give a flying fuck?" I say with a raised eyebrow.

"Waverley! To the principals office, now."

I smirked.

"Really? What's my dad gonna do, huh? You wouldn't want me to put in a bad word for you? Would you?" I sneered.

Yeah, my dad was, kinda the principal.

He looked down and shook his head.

Served him right. Dickhead.

"Good."

I said, smirking before sitting back down.

"Now who the fuck is This Sivanne kid?" I said to the crowd.

I scanned the crowd until my eyes landed on a boy, looking out the window with a small smirk on his face.
Walking over to him I put a hand on my hip.

"Are you the Sivanne dude?" I ask.

He smirks as he nods. I roll my eyes, Great, I got stuck with one of those deep ones.

Sitting next to him with a huff, I raise an eyebrow.

"So...Sivanne boy, what is your name?" I say sweetly, but its obvious I just want him to get to the fucking point.

"Tyler...Waverly." He smirked. I clench my fists.

"If you fucking call me that again, I will castrate you."

"Why? Waverley." I felt Tears start to form in my eyes. He frowned, obviously noticing my glossy eyes.

Only one person ever called me Waverley, and that's never going to change.

"Are you...uh..." He said Awkwardly. I glared at him.

"Don't. Call. Me. That."

"Why?" He cocks his head.

"None of your fucking business. Just don't."

He must of got me because a look of concern flashed before his quite, yet egotistical self came back.

Holding up His hands in defeat,

"Okay, Okay, calm your tits woman." Scowling at him, I proceeded to pull out my stuff from my bag.

"So, what's your deal huh? Or are you always just a bitch?"

He says as I put my pencil down.

"Always a bitch." I say without hesitation.