Lost

Dumb Ex

I sit up from my homework, in my last period of the day. I stare at the clock in the right hand corner of the classroom. It was only 10 minutes until class was over. I groan, and my friend Teresa taps my shoulder. "What?" I whisper, looking towards my left. "Look at Mr. Lorde!" I look behind us at our teacher, scratching his bald head and staring me down. "He's going to kill someone with that glare," I whisper, and she giggles, swinging her long brown hair over her shoulder and pulling out of her hazel eyes. "Better watch your back tonight!" I roll my eyes and look back at the clock. 2 minutes until 3:05. "Ok ladies and gents," Mr. Lorde says, walking to the front of the small, dingy, history classroom. "Pack up," As I put away my homework, my best friend (that's a boy) taps my shoulder. "Hey," Alex says, biting on a pen. "Wanna hang with the squad in two days?" I nod my head excitedly and he leans back. The squad contains Me, Teresa, Alex, and our gay, but super adorable, friend Lenord. The bell rings and everyone in class runs towards the door. Best Thursday ever, getting trampled. I walk out of the classroom and walk to my locker, number 160. As I put in my combination I get the creepy feeling of being watched. I turn around, and the long, dark halls are empty. I shrug and turn around and shriek. A tall, dark figure stands in front of me. As he steps into the light I realize it's my ex-boyfriend Connor. "Oh come on, you're in your second to last year in high school, and your scared by my hotness," he says, as he guestures to his long, shaggy brown hair, and deep grey eyes and tall, muscular figure. "No thanks," I say, slamming my locker door shut. "I already tryed some if that and you were a complete asshole!" He shakes his head and as I turn away, he grabs my hand, all movie style. "Please, give me another chance. I've changed." I roll my eyes and pull my hand back. "All I think about is your long, curly blonde hair, your deep, beautiful blue eyes, and your lucious figure," he adds in an undertone. "You asshole," I whisper and run down the halls, and through the doors.