Fat Ugly Lies

Chapter 2

We had gone a whole 4 periods today,
Without coming into any form of contact,
I thought today you'd give me a break,
I thought that maybe you weren't feeling up for 'spite the fatty'

Of course you were.
It was too early for me to have made such a wishful assumption.
Lunch was the perfect moment
For you to strike

I had to hide
A new place where you wouldn't find
Not the bathrooms

The girls there were just as bad
They were your minions
They who did is every bidding
Your bitches!

No one person belonged to him though
You were everyone's man,
Mr. Promiscuous was your name
One night stands were your game.

I had considered many a place to hide,
The cafeteria was a big no,
So was the field,
And the conservatory,
And the courts,
My only safe haven were the classrooms -if there was a teacher in there

And there was one class where there was always a teacher.
Art.
My favourite subject.
The only thing I look forward to in this realm of pain, torture and torment.

My prayers were answered.
Mrs Sinclair and her teaching assistant (also son) Mr Sinclair were in the room
He liked it if the students called him Nathan
The Mr made him sound old and he didn't like that.

Mrs Sinclair asked me what was wrong.
I told her I'd like to spend lunch here.
She agreed with no follow up questions.

That was Nathan's job.
He asked why I wanted to eat here and not with my friends.

I don't have any
Is what I'd like to have said
But instead I lied about wanting to work on some art and shit.

I didn't exactly use the phrase "art and shit"
Because that would've gotten me a detention,
But what I said ran along those lines

Mrs Sinclair glared at her son,
He stopped asking questions then.
After I finished my sandwich, apple and water,
I did what I said I'd do
To ward off suspicion
Waste time
And protect myself

I was safe
Or not