I'm sitting in class with my head in my arms, it's been a month since me and Cotton broke up... I really wish she would've believed me. Ever since then, I kinda just stopped caring about school and grades. I don't even show up to class majority of the time.
My grades dropped over the month and so did my mood. I've gotten extremely depressed since then. Cotton was my life... my motivation to get up in the morning.
Speak of the devil.
Cotton walked in and sat down. She looked at me with a sad look on her face, since the rumor of me kissing Brittany had passed and was proven wrong.
She believed me, and she wanted to forgive me. I wanted to forgive her. But knowing me, in this stage of depression, I wasn't going to say or do anything.
She slowly and hesitantly reached for my hand and gently held it, as if she were trying to ask to love her again, but without words.
"Hi..." I finally said. The word that has struggled to escape my mouth for a month. A. Single. Word!!! I actually accomplished to say something to her.
"Hey..." she replied, the same way as I did. And we spoke those two single words, as if something as heavy as an elephant, was lifted off our chests.
After she spoke back to me, my confidence kinda just took a leap into the air and I held her hand back. "I missed you Cotton..." More words.
"I missed you too... I'm sorry for not trusting your word... I'm so sorry..." Her grip on my hand tightened, as if this time she wasn't going to let me go. Not even if God was the force trying to pull us apart.
"It's okay..." I let a small smile creep on my face, something I haven't done in a long time. Long time, as in month. My smile and relief of apology acceptance for Cotton, made her smile as well.
A small, shy voice peaked into our conversation, and broke me and Cotton's loving stare into each other's eyes. I looked up at the barer of the cute voice, and a short Indonesian girl stood before us.
"I-is this seat taken...?" Is what she asked, she had a chair from a desk pulled out, ready to sit.
"No, you can sit there." I replied, reassuring her.
She sat down next to Cotton, and looked forward waiting for class to start. I looked back at Cotton, I held her just as I used to. I held her in my arms and kissed her head.
She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered softly "I'm sorry..." I looked at her and pecked her lips, "I told you it's okay"
"Awww look they got back together," a horrid voice rang through my ears, one that everyone could recognize. The voice that belongs to my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Hudson, also the whole reason me and Cotton broke up.
I turned my head to her, and shot her daggers. My glare could kill, and I wish it did. But gladly, Cotton didn't realize that Brittany had walked in. Well, not at the moment.
"It's cute because, everyone believes that he didn't kiss me" she snickered at her own comment.
I looked away from her and mumbled sharply "Go fuck yourself Brittany..."
The new girl, was looking at us, hadn't barged in yet, but you could tell she was waiting for something to happen. And Cotton, like I said, could only be distracted by me for so long, and looked at me as if she was asking what Brittany was talking about, but kept silent.
"Having second questioning, Hershey?" The witch looked at Cotton and gave her an evil smirk. She just thinks she can do whatever she wants. "He even had sex with me" she added, and all I could do was sit and watch, I couldn't do something without hurting her.
"Just leave me alone..." Cotton pleaded in a small way, but you could tell that she wanted Brittany to stop.
The small voice spoke, "What the bloody hell is your problem?!" She asked looking at Brittany, now also shooting glares.
Brittany's voice sounded sour in a way, "What's my problem?" Her attention switched over to the small girl.
I barged in with a comment "I could point out many, but the one that stands out the most is the craters on her thighs..." after I made my comment, Brittany made a noise that sounded like hissing.
"You shouldn't go trying to ruin a perfectly happy couple just because all of your slutty-ass boyfriends dumped you after your first date. Maybe it's cause you were so quick to get on your knees for them, but never prepared to give them compassion." The small girl shot back at Brittany with her thick Indonesian accent. She's small, but she's badass.
The whole class was laughing, and 'ooh'-ing at the small girls comment.
Brittany sucked her teeth and looked around, hoping to find someone not laughing. Although even I was laughing. "Assholes!" She yelled and stomped out of the class.
The small girl sat back down in her chair and shouted into the hallway, "Are you gonna go suck your teachers dick for a passing grade?"
You could hear Brittany stop in her tracks and turn towards the class "Shut the hell up!" She yelled, angered now. And I mumbled in Spanish "Perra de meirda..." (Fucking bitch...)
Then Cotton spoke "S-Slut..."
My jaw dropped. Cotton doesn't speak in a vulgar way, and I've never heard her swear.
"It's true," the small girl said insulting Brittany once again. She chuckled "sedikit pelacur." (Little slut.) It seemed to be Indonesian she was speaking.
I got carried away. "Espero que la puta pequeña caiga en sus talones de seis pulgadas y golpee su cara de culo feo en el camino... (I hope the little slut falls on her six-inch heels and hits her ugly ass face on the way...) Cotton looked at me and smacked my arm. "No cussing."
I cleared my throat "Perdon mi madre por mi idioma." (Sorry for my language mother.)
