Blueberry Bagels [ON HOLD]

Damn Squeaky Doors

I finally reached the door of my first period English classroom after sprinting to school (speed walking would probably better describe it). I was exactly seven minutes late.

I slowly turned the handle of the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. Just as I was about to stealthily slip into the room, the door let out an ear-splitting squeak.

I cringed as every head in the classroom turned my way. Damn the school and its crappy low budget extremities.

"Glad that you've decided to join us today Ms. Smitt. If you would please inform the class of what was keeping you from being on time with the rest of us?" Mr. Dawson asked smugly. He was such a dick. He always goes out of his way to humiliate his students because it gives him a sense of superiority and makes up for his obvious lack of personality and basically any positive characteristic essential to being a likable human being. (Can you tell how much I like him yet?)

I knew that if I told him what really happened, he would accuse me of lying and give me detention, so I went with something no guy would ever question: menstruation.

"I was having lady problems..." I said, looking at him meaningfully. I could tell instantly when he got the gist of what I was saying because his face turned an unattractive reddish color. I looked away in pretend embarrassment.

"Oh, well, uhm... Make sure not to be late again," He stuttered, turning to face the white board.

I rolled my eyes and took my seat.

"So why were you really late?" I look over at my best friend Sanderson Lockhart. He was devastatingly handsome, with huge chocolaty brown eyes and dark hair. He was also very gay.

I didn't question how he knew I was lying. Sanderson always knows when it's my time of the month, no matter what. It's freaky, like a sixth sense or something.

I huffed and described to him the morning's fiasco.

"You want me to find this guy and beat him up?" Sanderson asked in what I assume he thought was an intimidating manly voice.

"I would love that Sandy, but I don't want to risk your pretty face," I say, playfully caressing his cheek.

"True," Sanderson said seriously. I chuckled at his words.

"Ms. Smitt, Mr. Lockhart, if you two are done flirting, I have a class to teach," Mr. Dawson barked at us. I heard a couple people snicker.

I rolled my eyes and faced the front of the classroom. Only a few people in school knew of Sanderson's sexuality. It's not because he's ashamed or anything, he just doesn't like people to know his business. Because of this though, most of the school thought that he and I were a couple as apposed to BFFs. This fact amused the hell out of us, so we always acted all lovey-dovey to each other while secretly laughing on the inside.

I glanced over to him and he gave me a cheeky wink. I mockingly blew him kiss and he mimed catching it and holding it to his heart in adoration. I giggled at his silliness, grateful for having such a great friend. It made shitty days like this bearable.

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Sorry, this was extremely short and basically a filler. I've been on vacation and didn't have much time to work on it, but the next one will be great I promise! We get to finally meet Noah!! And as always, sorry for the errors! Vote and comment!!!!! Exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!