Am I his type?

1. Tiffany and Josh. I'm not jealous. Sniff sniff

I stand by my locker retrieving any books I might need for first and second period, like any Monday morning, when I feel loose curls draped around my shoulder, "Hi girlfriend !" I hear as I turn round to see Michelle's sky-blue eyes. "You startled me." I respond almost immediately, looking back at my locker. "So then. You still trying to impress Mr Handsome?" As I hear these words I dart to confront her "Shut your traphole !" I say sternly as I feel my cheecks roughing. "I didn't mean to touch your soft spot or toy with your emotions so to speak," she says with a smirk on her face and a giggle round the corner. Trying to change the subject, I say "Where's Adrianna?"
"I dunno know? Not like she tells me these things. But if you ask me she's probably with Ryan."
"You two have quite a bit in common and I don't mean appearance," (because people say we all look like triplets) "I mean more social wise -"
"No you don't. Don't think that I don't know what you're on about. You mean we're both in relationships, well frankly speaking you mean we both have boyfriends. Sorry to break it to you hon, but if want a guy, talkless of Josh you're gonna need to step your game up.

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It just annoys me. Stuck up Tiffanny forces Josh to write blooming letters to her in class when the pair of them have a phone. As in it's the most reliable, less obvious to notice (if you make it) and most immediate. But NO. She wants him to give her handwritten letters. I know that you can read them whenever and however and it's tangible but come on, it's undeniable to say that it's a waste of poor Joshy's time and effort because at the end of the day it ends up scrunched and thrown to the other end of the classroom and if it still hasn't arrived at its destination then it gets kicked in the process.

And it's like she knows I have a crush on Josh 'cuz she purposely aims for me whenever she happens to throw a note at him.

I just can't stress more how stupid or blind all of our teachers must be that they can't see a piece of paper flying across the classroom every now and then. It's not like it never happens as far as I know, they do it in all of the lessons that I have with them.

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The bell rang.
"You may take your seats now. Your test will begin in a few moments time."
"Say what now !" Michelle moaned typically.
"Damn !" I heard myself say louder than I wanted to. Just then Mrs. Mason walked in with her black high heels scraping the floor, her ginger - brown hair held high in a pony tail, her face caked with make-up and her skimpy dress stuck to her like bee to its honey. "Miss Harper can I have a quick word?"
"Of course !" She says a bit too happily. I grab my book out of my bag and revise so hard that my head hurts.