Howdy!! Hope yawl are having a great night. Anyways, my name is Lynne', and I am the Asian one out of the friendship. I hope you guys like my dirty, twisted, state of mind ;). (I am American, but I jumble different parts of speech up. I throw in slangs from Britain and Australia, so please hang tight with me) Love you all!
“Wake up!” He yells. I bolt upright in my chair, rubbing at the ringing in my ears. I watch as he sits down at his desk, rolling his eyes at my glare.
“Jesus, did he have to scream?” I whisper agitated towards my friend tiffany. She snorts and shrugs her shoulders, glancing towards his direction, before looking back to her book. I lean over towards her, “Watt goes SMASH!” I whisper yell, slamming my fist against her desk. She cracks up into laughter, dropping her book onto the desk.
“Lynne' hush it up! Quit talking to Tiffany, get to work.” Mr. Watts growls from his desk. I sigh, shrugging and picking up my own book. The book couldn’t grasp my attention, not like the blonde behind the desk. He stood at a height of 6’2, nothing but pure muscle underneath a gray polo. His navy blue eyes, natural bleached blonde hair, and thick plush lips sending me into a frenzy every time he comes near. And of course its natural we have to be enemies. I groan in annoyance, I need a distraction.
“Hey Jake, may I borrow a book?” I quiz my friend to the left of me. His brown eyes never even glance in my direction as he tosses a thin paperback novel my way.
“I want that back. And if it bores you, please don’t slobber on it if you use it as a pillow.” He grunts, and narrows his eyes.
“Oh Jake, you always have the best compliments.” I retort.
“Didn’t I say no talking, Lane?” Mr. Watts’s deep voice interrupts our conversation. I snort and turn my attention back to him.
“Actually, Whatty, you said no talking to Tiffany. I was merely borrowing a book.” I reply in a posh accent, emphasizing his name. “And its Lynne'” I add on. He rolls his eyes, standing he walks slowly towards me.
“Go see Crawford, you’re being a distraction.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“What?! Are you serious?!” I cry in an outrage, standing up. His only acknowledgement is a head nod, as he heads back to his desk. I glare at his retreating form, the body of a god, but the soul of an ogre. I grab my things and stalk out of the class room, cursing that blonde wanker to hell and back.
~later on, about two hours~
“Cheer up girl!” Callie disrupts my thoughts, “C’mon, it’s not the end of the world.” She adds, bumping me slightly with her elbow. I cast her a fake smile, and shrug. She groans in annoyance.
“I just don’t understand why he hates me so much.” I huff back.
“Except dream all those naughty things of him.” She smirks. I whirl around, walking backwards and glare at her.
“Cunt move, ya whore.” I stick my tongue out at her. She snorts and winks at me.
“And don’t I know it.” She laughs. “Anyways, he’s just a big ole booty hole. And I feel he needs a good punch in the throat.’ She continues on. I only chuckle at her, and nod. Her eyes grow wide as she stops walking.
