THE CLICHÈ

Part 1.1

« Can you remind me why I have to come? » I ask to April, while she is pulling me through the school hall.

« Because you wanted me to do that. Where are now your speeches about woman's dignity and independence? You are coming little bitch... Now i feel ready! »
I look for Eve's help while we walk, but she just laughs. Okay, maybe it's my fault because I told April to answer back to the jerk who treated her like trash...But which kind of best friend doesn't do that?
She holds in her hands Mr Womaniser's sweatshirt, ready to give it back to him.
Everyone is looking at the three of us. Probably they think we are idiots because we want just to talk with the popular boys... But the truth is, they are non so amazing. They are just clichés, and I really hate clichés.
When we are in front of them, me and Eve, stay back and we let April have her win, but still think she won't really do that.
« Hi » she says. He looks at her in a weird way but he answers back.
« I'm giving you back the sweatshirt, because you can't treat me like I am a trophy you can expose. I'm a person and I deserve respect. »
We look at her, and personally, I'm very proud.  She was confident and she said the right things.
But just when I thought things were going better, here it came the breakdown.
« I'm sorry... Who are you exactly? » Mr Womaniser says.
Such an ARS. 
« April? We went on a date last week? » she says a little be shocked.
« Okay April... I think there has been a little mistake... Maybe i didn't make myself clear... If you thought you are trophy to me...You are wrong. »
No. No. No. No. Please shut up you little shit.
« You're not enough to be a trophy. » His friends start laughing and April runs away, in the bathroom probably.
How can someone be so....rude? Mean? I don't know how to define him.
Eve follows April,but I can't resist. I have to put this little man at his place. Someone has to.
« Such a gentleman. » I say to him, moving closer to him. He has the face of someone who doesn't understand what's going on...better for me.
« Who are you? » he asks me, but I don't answer.
« I was thinking... What could have possibly happen to you to make you  have such a big inferiority complex, that you have to piss on a third year girl feelings, to feel better? have you hit your head when you were a baby? Do you have daddy issues? Your mother never said she loves you? Were you bullied because your dick was too small? Anyway ...you have to get over it man...Stop walking around like a fucking cliché, and behave like a human being. »
He stays in silence. His friends to. The students in the hall to. I feel.like a boss right know. I walk over him, with my head high.
Math, you don't scare me anymore!