Stereotypical

VII| He, Who Couldn't Betray

Mood:

"Count on Me"

-Bruno Mars

(because Bruno Mars is greatness)

I shoved my Chick-fil-A bag, which contained my remaining food, into my book bag and zipped it shut. "Classes start soon," I told Parker, who was typing away on his phone. "You should eat."

"They'll let me eat in class." he mumbled. Then, with sudden enthusiasm, he snatched me by the shoulder and threw his arm over me. "Now smile."

I adjusted my weight and smiled. "Because we're such a happy couple," I teased, (now expertly) rolling my eyes. "If you post this on anything, I will hunt you down. And I will kill you." I plastered on a cheery smile as I spoke, earning a strange look from him.

He aimed the screen of his phone at us and frowned. "Come in a little more. Only half your face is showing."

I tentatively leaned closer to him, hooking my arm around his torso. I knew he was laughing without the sound even coming out—his shoulders shook and his cheeks reddened slightly. It was apparently contagious, for I was stifling giggles only seconds after. "Hurry up and take the picture!" I urged impatiently. "Before someone sees."

"Are you embarrassed of me?" he feigned hurt.

"I'm embarrassed to be this close to you. Now go!" A bark of laughter escaped my throat. I didn't even know what was so funny. 

Parker inhaled deeply and tried to steady his hand. "The camera," he giggled, "won't hold still."

"Then stop laughing!" I exclaimed, dipping my head as more bursts of laughter shook my body. Parker bit his lip and once again held his hand up. The phone's camera finally held still, and I saw two boxes focus on our faces. "O-Okay..." I breathed out. "On three."

"Hell no." He pressed his finger onto a red dot on the screen. When he finally lowered the phone, I stepped away and took a deep breath.

"How'd they come out?" I asked, circling around to see. Parker tilted the screen away from me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Parker!" I snapped, "Lemme see."

He coughed. "Chill, I'm just looking through them."

I leaned against the lockers and crossed my arms. What the hell was he doing anyways? The bell had just started ringing when he pocketed his phone. I threw my hands up in the air. "Hey! I wanna see them."

"Later," he smirked. "I swear." Without a second's hesitation, he started walking.

"Fuck you." I muttered. I probably looked ugly as hell in every photo. He probably knew that and decided that he didn't want to take another dozen pictures. The first handful of students were entering the front hallways. I quickly opened my locker and took my Geometry book from the mess within. With one final glance at Parker's retreating back, I shut the locker and tried to make it to first period before the second bell rang.

Everything was fine. In my eyes, things were looking up (for once). And by the sound of it, Parker was no longer the school's greatest gossip. The girls whispered about something else; something that had their expressions turning sour. Pleased that their day had been ruined, I did my work without as much as a huff. It still sucked, but I wasn't ready to pass out in the back of the classroom by the time the class was dismissed.

I practically ran to my locker and clicked my tongue as I entered my locker combination. It swung open and I set my book inside. "Jesus loves m—" I was cut off when my locker door suddenly slammed shut. I stumbled back, holding my fingers to my chest. What do people have against my fingers? I looked up and corrected myself. "Who wants to die?"