Saving Kyle

Chapter 3

Saving Kyle Chap. 3

"Oi," a loud whisper came from the back of the room. "Oi, milf boy. Can I borrow a pencil?" Kyle had been disrupting the class all lesson. Through out the past 20 minutes, he's interrupted 12 times, called the kid behind me 'Milf Boy' 37 times and told the teacher to 'fuck off' 5 times... And counting.

The teacher changed to the next slide on the PowerPoint that was projected onto a big whiteboard at the front of the room. We were learning about cells and the reproductive system, one of my all time favourites in science. The current topic we were on was about the stages of a splitting cell.

Kyle snickered loudly, "That second diagram looks like Milf Boy's salami nipples!"

I turned around to see Kyle throwing pieces of scrunched up paper at Cameron Hartly. I quickly learned his name after after the teacher threatened to call Kyle's parents if he didn't call Cameron by his given name. Cameron was quiet but the one who usually got the best marks. Before class, Andrea had been telling me about how lately his grades have been dropping and he hasn't been seen anywhere else but class.

When I sighed with relief that biology with Kyle was over, I soon realised that I had Global Studies next... With Kyle. Yay. I quickly scurried away from the desks and out of the door when I accidentally bumped into Cameron and knocked his books. I remembered my first day here when Kyle did the same and didn't help me. I didn't want to be that person he was.

"I'm so sorry," I apologised, helping him with his stuff. When I handed him a book, I noticed fresh cuts on both arms. I looked up at him and smiled. He gathered his books and hurried to his next class. I sat on the ground, thinking of Cameron and what could be so badly bothering him to make him do that.

I got up and followed the map on my school diary to my next class after the threesome left me. Wouldn't be surprised if they actually had a threesome. I tried my hardest not to let my memory of Cameron bother me in Global Studies. I really loved this subject.

Literally the only thing that would ruin it is Kyle being in my class. Fuck. I guess he's used to talking about drugs though.

45 minutes passed and Kyle called the teacher a horse, fag, bitch and skank.

"KYLE," the teacher almost screamed, "MOVE SEATS AND SIT HERE!" She pointed to the seat at the very front.

He slowly moved out of his seat and slammed his book into the desk. "If you vote for me in the federal election, I'll legalise marijuana"

A small laugh managed to escape me. And slowly the teachers face fumed a vibrant red colour. Oh crap Kyle, you've done it this time.

"KYLE! That is not funny! You know we are learning about drugs and their effects in this unit. MARIJUANA IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE JOKED ABOUT!"

She glared at me. Oh fuckity fuck fuck.

"And YOU! You can make your way to the office along side Mr. Jacobson-"

Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Miss, are you on your period? My name is Kyle."

"LEAVE! NOW!" She slammed the teacher textbook onto her desk and sighed deeply. As we made our way out of the classroom, books in hand, she continued the lesson.

"Marijuana is also known as weed, pot or 'the shit'"

Her voice faded when Kyle slammed the door behind us.

Kyle chuckled.

"She really is a bitch"

I wonder why.