Meekly Rhythm

Charming Satan (Intro 2)

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I tapped my pen on my desk. I rolled my eyes. I was trying to decide whether or not I should pay attention in this class. I hated math, even when I really tried to pay attention I quickly lost interest.

I decided to try and take my notes.

And so you get the hypotenuse by dividing monkey doo-doo from cows jumping over the moon using y=mx+b plus the diameter of my ass.

Gabe looked over at my loud scribbling.

"I don't think that will help you on the quiz tomorrow" Gabe laughed as I continued to scribble in my notebook.
"I wanna get outta here!" I whined banging my head on the table.

As if my prayer had just been answered seconds later the bell rang. I lifted my head in relief.

"Ohhh thank you God. You are always lookin out for me." I pretended to cry while kissing my fist and chucking up a duse at the ceiling.

"You're insane" Gabe sighed while picking up his backpack. I gave a cheeky smile and stuck my tounge out at him.

My name is Sy I'm currently 18 years old and in my last year of high school. I hate school, I feel like it's a waste of time especially the y=mx+baloney crap.

"So what?, we going to the garage tonight?" Gabe asked walking out of the classroom leaving me to look stupid with my tongue still sticking out.

Gabe is my best friend I met him at a local guitar store the summer before freshman year. We bonded over anime and rock bands we liked to listen too. Crazy enough we actually ended up going to the same high school and didn't even know it until the first day when we realized we had the same math class. (Small world)

I caught up to him in the hall. "Of course!" I said excited clinching my fist. "Don't forget the snacks like you did last week" I said jokingly.

"That wasn't my fault" he laughed in protest. "I spent my last check on getting the amp for the big gig."

"Yea yea whatever" I say waving my hand in the air. I can't sing on an empty stomach.

"Might wanna cut back on the food" he snarls at me. "Having the munchies 24/7 is so not sexy" he laughs getting into the drivers seat of his truck.

I smack my lips in protest. "I'm already sexy" I say putting a  strand of dark curly hair behind my ear.

"Whatever you say Sy. Get in the car already, we are burning precious practice time."

"Aye-aye" I say sarcastically slipping my tiny body in the giant interior.

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"Am I really not sexy?" I ask Gabe while feeling a little sorry for myself. He stays silent for a moment. I sigh and just continue to stare out the window as he continues to drive.

"No" he bluntly says a minute later. I feel my heart falter a bit.

"You're adorable" he said hiding his face. I suddenly felt happy again. "How?" I say crossing my legs in the passenger seat looking at him with curious eyes and a giant grin.

"Because", he begins "you are a 5'2 mixed girl with a personality that would charm the pants off Satan."

I smile at the complement and playfully nudge his shoulder "thank you friend " I say with a toothy grin.

"No problem" he sighed. The truck again was then filled with a comfortable silence when Gabe suddenly broke it with his tenor voice.

"What about me?" He asked questionably. "What about you?" I asked.

"Do I have a personality that would charm the pants off of Satan?"

"Hmmm" I said putting a pointer finger to my chin.
"No!" I laughed. "Good" he snickered "who the fuck would want to charm Satan?" "Satan loves evil and malicious spirits" he stated.

"Yea" I snickered. . . As my laughter faded I realized that the compliment that Gabe gave me about my personality earlier wasn't a compliment at all.

I looked over at Gabe who was trying his best to hold in his laugh while trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"YOU'RE SO MEAN!" I whined and crossed my arms over my chest. Gabe just glanced at me and laughed.