Flannel Shirts and Tangled Hair

On Repeat

*Last Friday Morning*

      As I walked into my first period class, I knew something was wrong. The desks were rearranged with documents on them. Oh no.

'Fuck fuck fuck. How could I forget about the geometry test? I talked about it last night! What the fuck is wrong with me?' Ran through my head.

I rubbed my temples as I sat down in my seat with my test document on it. I looked at where Katie sat and saw her giving me the wide eyes. Like, "Oh fuck, what're we gonna do?" I shrugged at her in response.

      While I sit there, trying to calm my mind. I hear Olivia. I open my eyes, looking towards the door. There she stands, talking and laughing with her fucking boyfriend. Ugh.

      She nods at something he says, smiling wide and grabbing his sleeve. Why do I have to watch this? It's because I'm gay isn't it. Of course it is.

      They bid each other goodbye and hug. I see his hands go a little too low. Rude. He's just using her. Like every other guy she dates. I would never treat her like that.

      Olivia sits down in a seat in the aisle beside mine, above me so I can see her back with just a glance. I know what I'll be doing after I finish this fucking test.

      *After Test*

      Everyone is done with the test so I go sit next to Katie, ready to vent about how I knew nothing on that test. Like always.

      As I go over to where Katie and our friend Marie are talking. As soon as I sit down by them I drop my head on the desk and groan. Marie gives a sympathetic pat on my back while Katie laughs at my misfortune. Bitch.

      For the rest of class we talk about that bullshit test, lip sync battles, and our hate for Victoria Justice.

      I can't help but listen in on Olivia and her friend's conversation. Well, just listening to her voice really. It's so addicting. I wish I could hear it all the time. On repeat.