I'm a Mess and You're a Work of Art

Chapter Seven - Something For My Troubled Mind

-André's P.O.V-

I didn't even bother getting lunch. This day was turning out to be a shitty one and all I wanted to do was leave school. Maybe go to the creek and skip rocks or something. I needed to be left alone, not with some teacher in a classroom.

"Okay, here were today's notes. Copy them. This, and the work from the book is all you'll be getting from me. You also have a test on Friday." I took the sheets of paper from Mr. Smith's hand and walked to the desk nearest to the back wall. I sat there and opened up my notebook to copy down the notes.

My mind wondered and I thought about Allison. That bitch use to give me the hardest time from elementary school to middle school. We don't have a very good history together and we never will. Also, the fact that she wears and,'I heart Mike' shirt sickens me.

She's the reason people started calling me 'Icky André throughout grade school, but apparently people are afraid of me now, so it died out.

I rubbed my forehead and scribbled on the piece of paper. There was also Mike to think about...

Well, he's down right cute to be honest. The way he plays bass is just so... hot? I don't know. I don't think he'd ever like me though. I'd probably get friend-zoned... again...

I sighed and Mr. Smith looked at me,"Something bothering you, André?" I shook my head, not looking up,"Nah, I'm fine." He shrugged and went back to whatever her was doing. When I finished copying the notes and I went to do the book work.

"Pages 234-240. If you don't finish, it's homework. Due tomorrow." He said before I could even ask.

Six... Six fucking pages of math problems. I'll be up 'til 4 in the morning finishing this!!

"Can I get more time?" I asked and he shook his head. Goddamnit... With a heavy weight on my mind and heart, I opened the book.

'Question one...'

-Mike's P.O.V-

"We could smoke some later. You look like you need it Mike!" Tré said as we were leaving lunch.

"I know I need one!" Billie ran a hand through his hair and I felt Tré nudge me in the ribs,"Graffiti Blonde up ahead!" I looked forward and there she was.

"Go ask her Mike!" They started pushing me forward but I dug my heels into the floor.

"No! I'm not ready yet!" I protested.

"Hey Tennessee!!" Tré yelled and she looked at us.

Shit!

"Go you wuss!" Billie game me one good shove and I decided to man up and walk over to her. André's blue-grey eyes seem to light up at the sight of me walking towards her.

"Hi Mike. What's up?" I shrugged, trying not to let my nervousness show through.

"Not much. I was just wondering... are you going to the dance this Friday?" My heart started to race and André bit her bottom lip.

"I wasn't planning onto.. Why?

"Well, I just thought maybe you'd like to go with me?" It was like my heart was about to beat right out of my chest. I have never been so nervous in front of a girl before and I just wanted it to go right between us.

"I'd love too." She smiled widely.

FUCK YES! WOOOHOOO IN YOUR FACE MOTHERFUCKERRR!!

"Alright. I'll pick you up at 8."

"Okay. I can't wait!" She smiled and I returned it as I started to walk away but she stopped me,"Hey, do you want to hang out after school? Maybe after your detention?"

"I would like that. At the comic shop?" She nodded in agreement, that perfect smile never leaving her lips.

"Sure! See you there!" André waved and went to get to class.

"So, how'd it go?" Billie and Tré smirked as they walked up to me.

"Great! She said yes and I'm meeting her at the comic shop after detention!"

"Yeahhhhh Mike!" They cheered as hard pats on my back were delivered.

Hey, this isn't that bad of a day after all!