"Where the hell did you put them you, asshole?" A familiar male voice growled outside the door.
"They were in there. If you think I lost them go in and check yourself." Another male voice shot back.
There was a loud huff and few curse words muttered, "If you weren't so god damn irresponsible." The voice grumbled.
"Maybe a teacher saw them. If you want them so bad go check you, lazy ass."
As I was listening I hadn't realized I was holding my breathe. When I let it out, I let out a loud croak sound and unintentionally sniffed. In my opinion I sounded just equivalent to a toad.
There was a long silence on the other side of the door. I quickly stiffened myself and wiped my eyes, hiding any clues of me crying. Beside the fact my mascara has smeared everywhere.
"Did you hear that?" The first voice questioned.
"No. I heard nothing. What do you mean?" There was a long silence behind the door until he spoke again, "Yes, retard. I heard that. Do I look like a grandma to you?"
There was another long silence before, "Go check."
"No, you go check"
"No. I told you to."
"Who do you think you are?"
"Hot. Sexy. Awesome. Cute. Kissable. Breathtaking. Would you like me to go on?"
"Those are looks and characteristics, dumb ass."
Exactly. Though I wish I had that much confidence. I pretty much hate myself. Confidence is my one-hundred percent most lacked characteristic.
"I don't care. Now go check."
No. Don't check. Just leave me here, alone. Please.
"No." He replied.
"Fuck you."
I wish I could get a hang of who's talking. I wonder if they know I can here them. It's just, I've heard those voices before. I just can't figure out who they belong to.
Through all my thinking I realize I've wasted time. Before I can get up and composure myself, the door swung open.
Asher Jacobs walks in, his eyes wandering the room and finally landing on me. His eyes widen and his jaw drops.
Has he never seen a girl cry before?
He quickly walks up to me and kneels down, "Uh..." he scratches the back of his head and looks down at me, "Are you okay?
I nod and quickly stand up, "Yeah, sorry. I was just leaving right now." I muttered. I began to leave the room but he stood up and grabbed my wrist.
"Are you okay?" He questioned again, more firm this time.
I looked away from his gaze and down at the ground. My feet tapped it impatiently and my cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
Asher Jacobs is the spotlight of this school. He has it all. The ideal life and tons of friends. Girls? Forget about it. They all bow to him like he's some sort of God. Him seeing me in this state is just another addition to my list of what I'll be bullied about.
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Being Charlie
Teen Fiction"You know, boys like you don't talk to me." I told him. His lips turned up into a notorious smirk. "What do you mean boys like me?" He questioned. I knew the bad boy innuendo he was playing on me, but ignored it nevertheless. I sighed, "Tall, han...
