My Last Supper

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I walked into my first period math class and prepared myself for hell. After giving everyone a fake smile when I passed their desks, I found my own, threw my backpack out to the side of it, and plopped down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few boys point and smirk at me. I swung my head over.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I slammed my hands on my desk and stood up.

"My problem, Miss Kunt, is that skirt you're wearing is too short, by at least seven inches, and your language is out of line. That's two strikes- don't make it three." My asshole of a teacher interrupted.

I sighed and plopped back in my seat before giving the two boys one more glare, making them shrink down. I'm not sure if I can do an hour and a half of this.

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I left math, resisting the urge to throw a punch at the two fuckboys, and made my way towards AP Chem. I heard we're doing another lab, and got damn I was angry. I'm terrible at these. I sighed and tried to get myself through the next class.

I trekked to my seat at the back and awaited my eminent death. Fuck everyone in here. Kill yourselves. Wait, scratch that. Kill myself. I watched as the daughter of a bitch teacher walked over to the board right after the bell rang indicating the start of the period.

"Alright, people. Today we're doing a lab." I zoned out for about 75% of it. The only part I processed while looking at my pencil was that we'd be putting some shit into a test tube and mixing it, and then I got bored again. I was brought back into the classroom suddenly when the bitch mentioned partners. I nearly gagged. In fact, I did. Which, in turn, turned every single head in the classroom.

"Miss Kunt," she started, while I heard a few people snort, "do you need to go down to the nurse's office?" 

I thought about this for a hot minute. If I don't go down to the nurses office, I'll have to akwardly sit in this hell hole while people pair up, along with having to do some dumb as fuck lab. On the other hand, if I do go down, I can peacefully lay down on that piece of shit padded bench and try to nap through the rest of this shit hole of a class. 

I made my decision. "Um, no. I'm fine, something just caught in my throat." I smiled as I replied. I wanted to make my life more interesting; to live on the edge. I quickly regretted this decision as I heard some boys snicker some very obscene things about shit that could get caught in my throat, and then watched as they walked out of the room heading to the principal's office, still snickering. At least they're gone.

My mind was soon brought back to the fact that I'll have to pair up with somebody. "Okay, well, pick your partners- wisely - and make your way to the lab. Quickly please." She left the room and headed towards the lab, leaving me in my misery. You brought this on yourself, you kunt. 

I sulked as I watched annoying ass people picking their partners and giggling as if they were back in eighth grade. "Annoying, right?" I jumped in my seat and swerved my head towards the husky voice. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Next to me was seated a boy I'd never seen in my life. He had blonde that draped a little over his pale face- I didn't know if he was cute or not. I'd have to get used to it.

"Um, it's okay. Who are you?" I stared at him. 

He looked at me like I was from another planet. "Katherine, we've been in the same chemistry class for the past three years. Do you seriously not remember me?" Jesus Christ, Katherine. You're so fucking rude.

"Oh my God. Yeah, totally. Hey..." I tried my very hardest to remember any name, anything at this point, but I was drawing a blank.

"Kup."

"Yes. I remember. Don't worry, I remem-"

"Don't worry about it. Let's just start on the lab." Oh, I guess we're partners. As we made our way to the lab, I noticed he looked a little downer than when we first talked earlier. I felt bad. 

"So, you like chemistry?" I asked, hoping to start conversation.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's not too bad. I'd rather English, though. I love the classics." Before I could ask more about his interests to cheer him up a bit, we arrived at our table in the lab. 

We did the mixing of the chemicals, a few spills here and there, and were done in record time. Man, he was good at chemistry. I smiled at him when we finished and held my hand up for a high-five. He looked up and laughed while he reciprocated the act. 

Although when our hands touched, I felt more chemistry than when I spilled elements on my skirt, and I think he did too.

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