Chapter 7

    Eventually, the boy let go.  "So, what were you crying about?" he asked.

    "Don't act as if you don't know."

    "Wasn't there to see."

    "Oh, but you were in the girl's bathroom."

    "That about sums it up."

    "Okay then, where were you?"

    "I was in the band room."

    "Mhmm, band geek... I see." I said while intensely staring at his face,  "Well if you must know, I got a phone call from my former boyfriend and a girl said to never talk to him again.  I ignored that, but then today I saw him making out with my former friend." 

    "That's rough." He paused, "Well he clearly is a d*ck.  Why did you ever like him in the first place?"

    "I don't know, he was cute...  I guess."

    The boy nodded, "I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson, it comes in handy especially with boyfriends." he stopped so he could get into character "Don't judge a book by it's cover gurl." the boy said with sass.  

    "Well then."

    "Oh, was there not enough sass for ya?  Here let me do it again. Don't jud-" I covered his mouth with my hands so he wouldn't continue.

    The boy then licked my hand, "Ew, gross!" I yelled while wiping my hand on my shirt.

    "No one blocks my speaking hole."

    "Mouth, and still gross."

    He crossed his arms over his chest, "You are no fun." I just rolled my eyes in response.  "Oh by the way, I'm Teodore."

    "I'm Sawyer."

    "Nice name."

    "You too."

    We both stood in the girl's bathroom awkwardly, waiting for each other to say something.   A few seconds later, the door screeched as it opened, and Naomi walked in.  She screamed at the top of her lungs.  Her cry was as ear-piercing as a banshee's.  "GET OUT OF THE GIRL'S BATHROOM!"

    "Hey, I am an american and I have a right-" Teodore started, but was cut off by Naomi.

    "NOW!" she screamed.

    "Okay." and Teodore ran out as fast as possible.  Once both his feet were just outside of the bathroom door, the screaming ceased to exist.

    The bathroom was completely silent, until Naomi said "Wow, you move on quickly.  That's so uncool." she pulled mascara out of her purse and started putting some on her already 20 foot long lashes, " Like Chris loved you, and you just forget about him in an instant.  Wow, just wow.  You see this is why he broke up with you,  he thought you were cheating on him, and clearly he was right.  A b*tch like you doesn't deserve him."

    "Bu-"

    She held her hand up silencing me, "Save it.  You are just some self centered b*tch that doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as everyone else in this school.  I just have one question.  How does it feel?  How does it feel to be the most hated person in the whole school?"

    "What?"

    Naomi put the makeup back in her bag, "Yeah, how does it feel.  This would be a great scoop for my blog."

    "Your blog!  There is no way I would ever let you put anything about me on there."

    "Little too late. Oh well." Naomi shrugged and walked out of the bathroom.

    "Okay."

    I walked out and down the hall, ready for more embarrassment.  Only, nobody even acknowledged my presence, they were all looking at something in another hall.  I followed their curious eyes, and turned my head to see Teodore pinning Naomi to a wall.  He was punching her with only slight breaks he took to insult her.  I know the fight hasn't been going on for long because Naomi only had a slight nose bleed.  I didn't know if I should stop Teodore.  I mean Naomi is a complete *ss hole, but Teodore is doing something wrong.  

    "Why would you say that to someone?" Teodore yelled.

    "She deserved it." Teodore hit her once more, then asked the same question again, "She is a b*tch"

    "You are a self centered," He punched her again, "little sl*t, who only cares about herself."

    "I think that's what self centered means." Teodore continuously hit her.

    I waited a little while longer, just until I thought Naomi has been what she deserves.  Then, I ran over and stopped Teodore.  "What do you think you are doing?" I shouted.

    "Giving her what she's earned." He looked over at Naomi, "It's called karma, b*tch" and Teodore punched her again.

    "Well stop!" Teodore was about to hit her once more, but he refrained.  

    He let Naomi go, and she ran off.  "She shouldn't talk to you like that."

    "Well beating her senseless is most definitely not the solution."

   "Whatever." Teodore said, then stormed off.