Kissing the Bully

Early Christmas Carols

"Jingle bells ! Jingle bells ! Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride in one horse open sleigh! Dashing through the snow--"

"STOP! DEMON ! I WANNNA SLEEP!"

BLAG!

Probably you are wondering what that was.

It was me, falling off my fluffy bed.

Why did I fall, you ask?

You are thinking, clumsy girl, falling off her own bed. Pfft.

The answer resides upon the bedroom window. No kidding. Sounds stupid, but true.

He was there. Max Evans, the jerk.

The window was widely opened, even though I closed it last night. How the hell did he do it?!

I dont really know.

"What the fudge! What are you doing this fine saturday, when you can sleep in late and have fun?! And why are you singing Jingle Bells?! " I yelled towards the other house.

Groaning, I rubbed my backside while clearing the sleep out of my eyes. Besides, I dont think I can fall asleep again. The cold hard floor isnt really bestfriends with my butt

Checking the clock, I realized it was 12 noon already. Did I sleep that long?

I walked up to my window and gave Max a not-so-nice hand gesture.

He cringed at this, bit quickly maintained his composure.

"So Weatherbee, what is my schedule?" he asked.

"What schedule? Are you crazy? What are you talking about?" What is he talking about? I was making these over exagerrated hand mimes, which caused my arm to get tangled with the curtains, and the curtain rod to hit me.

I have to be the one who holds the record of most unfortunate morning. In the span of 10 minutes, I had something bad happen to me.

"Weatherbee you okay?!" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

"Yep, definitely alive. So, you were saying? "

"When will we have our sessions?" I kept searching my mind for that thing, but nope, nothing came up.

"Sessions?"

"You know... " he trailed off , sending a cheeky wink afterwards.

Realization hit me. Omigod. No. I wont give him my precious virginity. No way! Over my dead body.

"Goddamit I wont have sex with you! Crawling STDs fill your body! why would I !" I screamed at him, hiding my embarassment.

"What... Ahh.. HAHAHA!" he stood there and laughed at me so hard that he was clutching his sides.

"Shouldve....hahaha! seen you face! hahaha!" There were tears streaming down his face. Should I call the mental ward right now?

I absent mindedly picked at my nails, waiting for him to finish his laughing round.

"You done now, Evans? "

Still chuckling, he dabbed at the corners of his eyes and looked at me.

"Shouldve seen you reaction.Hilarious! Oh well, back to topic, we have our tutoring sessions. Dont you remember?"

The scene at the Principal Higgins's office nagged at the back of my mind.

Holy shizzballs.

Me, Honayapple Weatherbee,the loser nerd with zits and braces, will be tutoring Georgetown High's golden boy Max Walter Evans?

My absolute nightmare.

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Short update! ☺