Me and Asa walked, hand in hand, to our math class that I loved, but Asa hated. Mainly because of the teacher, he said was boring as hell, and he wanted to fall asleep every time he opened his mouth. I pulled him between the corner of brick wall outside of the room. "Look you. Promise to be nice today?" I say, with a smile on my face.
"Aren't I always nice, babe." He says, looking so innocent when he really wasn't. "Oh come on! You know what you did." I say, giggling a little because he knew as well. "Mmhmm, and what is it that I did, that I probably did do?" He said, seeming really cocky. See, I thought, he did know. "You loosened the screws in his chair and when he sat down, he fell. And when he fell you said, "haha, fat ass! Maybe you should lose some weight!" And the whole class laughed."
"Hey!," he yelled, a little too loudly, making a couple people turn around, then Asa flicked them off and they furrowed their eyebrows, I smacked his hand down and giggled once again. "It's freedom of speech, and I should also be free to voice my opinion."
I laughed, "I agree with your point about "freedom of speech" and "voice my opinion" but, that was also bullying. And you know it. Now, promise to be nice."
"Whatever." He said.
"PROMISE." I yelled.
"I promise, princess." He said, and I smiled. Shoving him in the class with me treading behind him.
"Alright class, take your seats. Hopefully I won't fall this time, right Mr. Butterfield? Or do I have to send you to the principal now? Just in advance, if I do end up falling." Our math teacher, Mr. Dinkers said. But the whole class calls him Mr. Stinkers, because he reeks all the fucking time.
"Not at all, Mr. Stinkers." He said. Some of the people in the class chuckled, even me.
"Sorry, what was that?" The teacher asked, raising a no brow (someone with barely any brow) at Asa. "Nothing." Asa replied and smiled, showing no teeth.
A girl in the back raised her hand, ready to snitch. Oh and don't be mistaken, this was not just any girl, this was the "mean" girl, that every high school had. Her name was Chloe Grace Moretz, and she thought everyone liked her, but it reality everyone wants to shove her down in a large, but tight metal pipe, so she wouldn't be able to get out.
"Um, Mr. Dinkers. I believe Mr. Butterfield said, exactly, "Not at all, Mr. Stinkers." She said, with a devious grin on her fake ass faithful face.
"Mr. Butterfield, office! NOW!" The teacher said, and as Asa left, to not even go to the office, he mumbled "oh shit." I turned around to the witch, with fierce in my hazel eyes.
"YOU'RE A BITCH!" I say, possibly landing myself in office, that I wouldn't go to anyway and walk around with Asa.
"And you, Hailee, are going to hell because you hang out with the devil himself." She said, crossing her arms.
I gasped, right when the teacher yelled. "MS. STEINFELD AND MS. MORETZ, YOU BOTH CAN JOIN MR. BUTTERFIELD AND HEAD TO THE OFFICE AS WELL!"
"But, Mr. Dinkers, please!" Chloe yelled, regretfully.
"HA! Keep your big mouth shut sometimes, yeah?" I say, and walk out, with Chloe behind me. Then she grabbed me and pushed me against the locker.
"I will get you, mentally and/or physically." She said.
"Now God, wouldn't like that now would he?" I say, she backed up. "That's what I thought, hun."
She did a cliche mean girl gasp and marched down to the office, without me and Asa.
I laughed and headed to go find Asa.
- Hey, hey, hey! It's Nadi again, thanks so much for reading, and hopefully enjoying Chapter three of our brand new book. And if you liked it, make sure to Vote and Comment, even tell your friends about it! And just in case you think I'm hating on Chloe, I'm not, she actually one of my many idols, she is just a character in this book. But otherwise, thanks for reading! We love you
