Insecure | Zach Clayton | Permanent Hiatus

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"Aw I'm sorry, Raegan." Cecilia laughed when I started complaining about the next class I had.

Science---, with Zach as my partner to dissect a cute innocent little animal that deserves to rest in peace and be buried and not dissected--- was the class I had next.

(Read it really fast ^ and it'll make sense)

This goes against all of the things I believe in. And you thought dissecting a frog in seventh grade was bad, this is going to be much worse.

"He can't be that bad." Cecilia laughed again, shaking her head at whatever I was complaining about now.

Did she just say, Zach wasn't that bad? Uh, I know she's the new kid. But she still has a lot to learn.

"Not that bad? Oh no sweetie, your wrong. He is bad, badder than bad." I whined.

She rolled her eyes at me before shutting her locker shut.

"Oh come on, R stop being dramatic." She laughed.

I rolled my eyes and pouted.

"I am not being dramatic. I just don't want to dissect the pig, because the pig deserves to be buried and not dissected. Plus, the second worst part about all of that is that Zach is my partner to dissect the innocent creature that deserves to be buried." I told her, the tone of my voice being a hundred percent serious.

"Come on let's go. We're gonna be late" Cecilia sighed. I nodded and slammed my locker with a big thud because shutting your locker gently is just like boring, I guess.

"Just get started onto dissecting. Remember to read the directions on the paper and do not mess this up. The tools are really sharp and could cut you, you did this in seventh grade. So, you already know the rules." The science teacher, told us as soon as everyone got there partner and the worksheets he handed out.

"Raegan, Raegan Summers. Partner, it's time to work together." Zach said obnoxiously with a sickly sweet grin that is not even at all sweet. It was like Umbridge from Harry Potter, he was acting so nice that you just know it's fake.

"Okay Zach, Zach Clayton. Let's work together. But your cutting open the pig. I refuse to touch her."

"Her? You automatically assume, it's an her?" He asked, laughing lightly at the fact that I called the pig a 'her.'

"Him? Her? She's not an it, she or he was alive at one point. Honestly, I find this whole thing disgusting. The pig should be buried not dissected and looked at. Like we are being forced to do to it." I sighed, reading the worksheet.

"Nerd." He whispered.

The word made me laugh, the girl with the baddest grades in school can not be a nerd. The girl who barely, talks is not a nerd. But nerds are cool. So, maybe I should be a nerd. Even though, I am nothing like a nerd.

"Thanks." I laugh, marking down yes on the worksheet for the first question.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked, his obnoxious, 'bad boy' attitude coming back.

"Cause I'm not even close to being a nerd." I laughed again, obviously mot going into full detail.

"You have all the need qualities though, good grades, had braces, ---"

"How do you know that, a lot of people had braces, including you I remember specifically you complaining about them every single class I had with you."

"You just look nerdy." He shrugged, smirking. I rolled my eyes, if he thought his little theory was right. Which it wasn't, who was I to correct it to him.

He wouldn't believe a little 'nerd.' So, why should I even try to explain myself. After all, I am such a 'good girl.'

"First and second question is yes. By the way." I tell him, secretly giving him a hint to shut up and mark down yes on his paper.

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"Just cut the fucking pig." Zach swore, getting fed up and trying to hand me the knife thing.

"I told you, I am cutting the pig. It's against what I believe in. If you want the pig to cut open. You do it." I hissed, rolling my eyes while my hands are crossed.

"You have too." He argued.

"You do it, I don't have to do anything." I growled, rolling my eyes and fighting the urge to cut him open instead of the dead pig.

"I'm not touching. It probably has rabies." Zach exclaims putting down the knife thing.

"Wow such a bad boy. Afraid to cut open a freaking pig. Plus, It's dead. It doesn't have rabies." I laughed, lightly. It wasn't a real laugh, though.

"I'm not touching it."

"Neither am I." I laughed.

If he wasn't going to cut the pig, neither am I. I already told him, I wasn't going to touch the damn thing. Isn't he suppose to be the bad boy of school.

"Fine. Get a bad grade."

I laughed, this time it was a real laugh. I already have bad grades. Plus, it's his grade too.

"Arnt you suppose to be a badboy, why are you so scared of dissecting the dead pig?" I laughed, insulting him to guilt him into doing it. It was his reputation, I was insulting. Most people care about that.

He gave me a glare and I smiled. I won this little argument of ours.

"I hate you." He mumbled, starting to dissect it.

I cringed, and covered my eyes while looking away.

"I hate you too."

"No, like I really hate you."

"Yeah, I know. Like I really hate you a lot more than you will ever know."

The rest of the class, was him complaining about me making him dissect the pig. Then the five minutes before the class ended was him arguing about who hated each other more. His reputation has been ruined to me. He wasn't at all like the badboys I usually hear about and know.

He was different, a totally whole new different. I wasn't educated on.

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I'm sorry. I haven't updated since last month. So, techinally I haven't updated for two weeks. I also haven't updated on any story.

So, I was procrastinating on everything. I haven't been doing my homework. But literally who cares about that.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

But I updated now. So, you can't be that mad at me can you.

You: *throws phones at me*
Me: Look I said sorry!
Reader: *throws big ass book at me*
Me: WHY?
You: *slowly walks up to get phone*
Me: Really? Okay.