Owned

Introduction

"I don't think you understand me at all. Look this is all I'm saying-" he started off.
I rolled my eyes, I tried to find something more interesting around and I played with my hair. I did everything I could to show I wasn't interested in this little speech he was making. I sighed too many times to get his attention. He kept on talking.
"And as for your part of the argument-" he continued.
Meanwhile, I tapped my pencil on the desk. I waited for that bell to ring. This was getting boring. It already was but even more. Why do the last five minutes of class feel like five years? I huffed once again and slumped down in my chair with my legs outstretched, one foot above the other. Everyone else seemed fine with who they were sitting beside. Of course, the teacher had a little hatred towards me which is why she planted me beside this chatter box.
The bell sprung into action and I sprung out of my seat. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked out of the room. I couldn't stand that guy for another minute.
On my way to the next class, a few random people waved at me and ridiculously smiled at me. Had I done something right for once? I didn't complain or question. I just merely waved back and gave a gentle smile in return. My next class was much better. We sat at the front. By we, I mean Emma and I. We've been friends for a length of time. But there's something about her which suggests that she's keeping more from me than she tells. Every time I ask her if anything is wrong, she shakes her head violently or makes an excuse to go to the bathroom. I wasn't going to get anything out of her. Someone else had to do it for me.
"Alright class. Turn to chapter five for the moment," our teacher droned.
I had always wondered how some teachers got their jobs. They seemed so uninterested in the actual teaching part.
"We will be learning about-" she announced.
I tuned out. I, by now, had the mastered the "not listening but looks as if I am" look so I could get away with everything. Emma always listened so she helped me afterwards. It wasn't taking advantage of her. It was just a basic bonus point for having her as a friend.
We didn't do much. Just looked and pointed at a few things on a diagram. As we gathered our things, Emma was still sitting in her seat. I looked at her peculiarly.
"Come on Emma! We have to hit the bathroom!" I cheered.
She nodded weakly and walked out with me. I wasn't very impressed with her mood. I wasn't very impressed with the fact that she was hiding something from me. I opened up everything to her yet she couldn't tell me one thing.
I scared every girl out of the toilet and stood with my arms crossed in front of her. She gave me a questioning look. She knew what I was talking about yet she was acting. She was good. But I was better.
"Alright you have a minute to tell me what is going on or we aren't friends anymore," I stated.
She panicked. I could see the worry on her face. We had always been close and I was the only one who was there for her when she suffered a loss. She had recently lost her brother in a car and I had helped her though it. I was joking about the whole "we won't be friends anymore" but she wasn't very good at noticing my jokes either.
"You can't leave me. That's not fair," she shouted.
I instantly covered her mouth with my hand. Damn that girl could scream. She calmed down and I let her go. I tapped my foot on the tiled floor and waited for her answer.
"Okay fine I'll tell you," she sighed.
I clapped my hands together and jumped around like a little puppy. But she had a sad expression. Was this something I wasn't meant to be happy about?