I walk in and don't see Brian anywhere. I doubt he'll come actually... I mean, he immediately hung up after I said that I would miss him.
I still don't know why he wanted me to say that, though. Does it make him happy to hear something like that? Cuz if not, It doesn't make any sense to me.
Mr. Chicki comes in and closes the door, "good morning everyone."
"Good morning."
"Teach, I forgot my books," says a girl sitting in the front.
Suddenly the door swings open, "Heh, I'm late."
Mr. Chicki looks at him with a surprised expression on his face, "Are you serious?" The teacher starts to cry, "Finally... I thought you would never attend my class..."
"Whatever." He says. He walks towards me and starts to glare at the person next to me. "Move it!"
The guy next to me starts to pack his things and is gone as fast as the wind(I don't know how fast the wind is. I know, useless information.).
When Brian sat down the teacher started talking, "And thank you Violet, without you he wouldn't have ever come."
Brian chuckles, "That's private stuff Chicki, you can't just tell them that kinda thing."
I try to hold my laugh in which is kinda hard, especially when everyone's staring at us, wondering what Brian meant and why I can't control my laugh.
He ignores the stares and puts his bag on his desk. "Wake me when it's over." He puts his head on his bag and slowly falls asleep.
"Mister Chicki, do you care?"
"Haha, no. For now, I'm happy he's here."
At the end of the lesson I wake Brian, "Brian! Wake up or I'll spank you." I say without thinking it through.
He opens his eyes and grins, "I might actually like that."
"W-well... Too bad! You're already awake!" I say while sticking out my tongue.
The bell rings.
"Anyways, I gotta go. I'm gonna tell Logan my mum will pick me up today." I hurriedly get to Logan's classroom, since I know he's a slowpoke.
The door's still open.
"Hey, didn't you just ask her out, because she was pretty and she's a girl who does whatever is asked?" I hear someone say.
"Yeah, that was the case."
"And did you two do it? Was it hard to get her into the bed?"
CZYTASZ
Whenever You're There
RomansThere's is nothing to be sad about, but I feel sad- No, I want to feel sad. I want to be punched in the face I want to fall of the stairs, I want a car to crush me... And survive. I might be crazy, crazier than everyone thinks I am.