Saving Shay

5.

As I make my way toward my locker a arm slings up on my shoulder. I wince, it's still sore a little. Logan looks at me in concern but I just shrug it off. Over the week Logan and I guess became friends? I don't really know. It's a little complicated, he annoys me and I just get irritated by it. If you call that being friends, well then we're like best friends.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's nothing." I'm glad that it's finally Friday though. I didn't feel like studying at all, and I needed a break.

"Alright, whatever." He looks like he doesn't believe me but I just wave it off.

"Just so you know, we're going to the mall this weekend." He says walking towards our class.

I snort. "What are you, a girl?"

"No, but I just feel like we need to go to the mall."

"You mean, you want to go to the mall."

"I'll pay for the food."

"I'll be there." He fist pumps the air and grins.

We enter the class and I sit at my usual seat. He sits next to me, still grinning like an idiot. Weirdo.

Soon the class starts and the teacher drones on and on about something I don't give two fucks. I feel a shove and I look beside me glaring at Logan.

"What?" I ask him still glaring.

"Class is over." I look around and I see that half of the class is already gone.

"Oh." I start to pack my things and I stand up and bump into Logan. He's smirking. Bitch.

"Move Logan." I say shoving him out of my way.

"Hey!" He says and follows behind me, "That's no way to tray a friend bestie."

"Oh my god, can you not call me that. We're not besties."

He mock gasps and clutch his heart. "You mean the secret handshake meant nothing to you."

I roll my eyes and open my locker and dump my stuff in there. I turn around and face him. "It wasn't even a handshake, it was more like me punching you and you thought it was a fist bump."

"How dare you!" He says pointing at me accusingly.

"What? It's true. You really thought it was a fist bump. You broke your fist because of it you moron."

"Rude." I roll my eyes.

"Did you finish the essay?" I ask him.

"What essay?" He looks at me confused. Oh god.

"Seriously? The one I specifically told you to finish."

"Oh that one, why didn't you finish it?"

"Because I did most of the work. You have to participate to get the grade you idiot."

He nods his head. "Okay, I'll finish it this weekend."

"Mmhm." I say doubtfully, walking away.

"What? I will." He says from behind me. I laugh under my breath, and roll my eyes. Right. like he's going to actually do work.

"See you at the mall, BESTI- OW. Why did you do that." He says rubbing his arm where I threw the textbook at.

"I told you not to call me bestie." I say smirking.

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Some douchebags are meant to die. Wait never mind. All douchebags are meant to die. That's more like it.
-E