Arsen (Editing)

I'm So Nervous, I Think I'm Going To Shit My Pants

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since Arsen had last spoken to me, and I was going crazy. He purposely avoided me in the hallways, didn't answer any of my phone calls, and even chose to sit next to Chad Michaels- a boy who looked and smelled as if personal hygiene wasn't important to him- instead of me.

Now, I was forced to sit next to Jane; a nervous, mousy girl with glasses, who claimed to be allergic to everything, and should probably live in a giant bubble.

It was first period and Arsen was sitting in front of me. Chad was talking his ear off, something he always did to people who were unaware of what they were walking in to, and sat next to him. I don't think poor Chad even realized that Arsen had his earbuds in and wasn't listening to a single word he was saying.

I crumpled up a piece of paper, not caring about how obnoxious the sound was in the quiet classroom, and threw it at the back of Arsen's head.

It bounced off his head and he didn't budge or turn around. Annoyed, I crinkled up another piece of paper and launched it in his direction, accidentally hitting Chad instead.

Chad glared back at me and I smiled at him, trying to apologize, but realizing quickly I was giving off the wrong vibes when he grinned back and winked.

'I'm a lesbian' I mouthed at him.

I must not be good at mouthing words, he wiggled his fingers at me in a wave, nudging Arsen and whispering something in his ear.

Arsen's shoulders shook and I realized the bastard was laughing. I reached into my bag and pulled out a few quarters. I crinkled the paper around them to make the paper ball heavier, and chucked it at the back of Arsen's head.

"Ouch!" He hissed, rubbing the back of his head where it hit him.

He swung around in his seat to face me. "What do you want?" He yelled.

Chad laughed. "You're not the best with girls dude." He told Arsen.

Arsen and I both looked at Chad in disbelief. I shook my head and looked at Arsen.

"Can we talk?" I asked him.

"No Amelia, just leave me alone." He muttered and turned around in his seat.

I sighed and propped my head up on my elbow, glancing over at Jane. She was currently shaking, with her eyes bugged out of her head, and sweat running down her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, slightly alarmed at her frazzled state.

"I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to shit my pants."

"Wait, what?" My eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"I think I'm going to shit my pants!" She exclaimed, her voice shrill.

"No, no! Don't do that, please don't do that!" I begged, sliding my stuff and myself further down the table, away from her.

Her breathing got heavy and I quickly raised my hand. "Mr. Jones can I move? Jane is having um, problems?"

Mr. Jones' head snapped in my direction. "Again?"

"Does this happen often?" I questioned. I was shocked and even more alarmed than Jane and she looked like she was about to blow.

Mr. Jones sighed and made his way over to our table, slower than I would have liked, given any second now I would be stuck in a shit storm.

Literally.

"Jane come on," Our teacher said, grabbing her bag for her. "Let's get you to the nurse."

Not the first place I would have taken her, but as long as she was away from me, I was okay.