Let's Pretend It Never Happened

~~Chapter 2 "Just Try It"

School was boring as usual. Nothing interesting at all. All we did all day in each and every class was go over introductory's and listen to the teachers talk about themselves for forty-five minutes straight like we actually cared. I knew I should have brought a pillow. 

  ". . . but this school year is gonna be very hard, believe it or not," our teacher was saying. "You guys are seniors now so the pressure is gonna be much more intense. Actually, I remember the time when I was in college and. . ."

  That's about where I groaned extra loud, sick of him leading every small thing into his own life story. It just got annoying after a little while, and I was willing to get switched out of his class if he was gonna be like that for the rest of the school year. 

  He looked at me, confusion rising in his face. "Is there a problem, miss?"

  I faked a smile that I hoped he bought. "No, not at all, sir. It just sucks that we're almost out of time for your thirty minute story," I replied, sarcasm obviously hidden somewhere behind my tone of voice. 

    A few students chuckled at my statement as he quickly turned his way to look at the time on the clock displayed on his grayish/white walls. Obviously he had talked way to much and he had no clue that time was running out. We had only about thirty seconds left. 

    He slightly rolled his eyes and concluded that period about how it was nice to meet us and how he looked forward to a very healthy year ahead of us. 

   The bell rang, letting all of the Seniors know it was their turn for lunch. May and I already planned to meet up near the front doors so that we can head out to lunch instead of eating their poisoned cafeteria food. (We had been going to this school for three years straight, we're smart enough to know not to ever eat their food.) 

    When I saw May come into view, I smiled as I flung my arm around her and we left the school building. "Hey babe," I said. 

  "Hey girl," she replied, giggling. 

  "So, like, where do you wanna go?" I wondered. "McDonalds or something?"

  I looked over to her and she had the most disgusted look on her face. "Excuse me? Since when did you start eating McDonalds?"

  I shrugged. "Ever since Lando forced me to go there last week."

  She gave me another look that said: You can't be serious. "Oh, so your little boyfriend forces you to eat junk and suddenly you're hooked?"

  I shrugged again, spotting her Hummer. "No one said I'm hooked. I just think you should try it."

  "Oh, I've tried it before. Why do you think I don't like it?"

  "Try it again," I offered. "Their McDoubles are the best and they're only a dollar-nineteen," I begged. 

  She gave me a discouraged look. Yeah, she's more into healthier stuff like Chick-fil-A and I'm usually the one that likes all the junk. Lately she's been forcing me to eat like her so she's probably pissed that I broke my promise. I mean come on, it's not like Chick-fil-A is that much healthier. Just semi. And still, it's not a big deal. My boyfriend just doesn't want me to die off of salad and an eight piece nugget meal. Can you blame him?  

   And yes, let me address this now; I do have a boyfriend and we've been happily together for two years now. Almost three. He's the most perfect boyfriend you can ever ask for. He's sweet, kind, a bad ass mixed with a gentlemen, fine as hell, and even more important; smart as shit. He's just the whole package, I can't even describe the way I feel when I'm with him. I am so in love with him, it's not even funny. Honestly, it scares me sometimes.