Heart over Mouth.

5

"You assaulted a teacher?" Bri asks in shock and pride.

"Shhhh, could you say that any louder i'm pretty sure North side didn't hear you." I say as she bursts out laughing.

"But dude why?" She replies as we walk into the library. I've been pondering last nights event in my head all night. The answer is still lost in the abyss unknown at least and unwanted at most.

"Do I need a reason to attack someone? I felt like it okay, damn!" That's not far from the truth. I did feel like it but soon regret it. Which made me, well feel like it more. I have to put it far behind me and have a good laugh when I see his ugly mug in Math.

"Mr. Milkavich, you left early yesterday and didn't get the assignment. I hope you will have page one through six, evens only on page four and do the bonus questions on all even on page four alsop odds. Done before you get into my class this morning there will be a quiz on friday to show you did your work. I will be collecting. " Mr. Gallager says to me as he walks away. Out of the corner of my eye I can see he's enjoying all this bullshit of pissing me off. As he walks off I raise a mighty high salute and wish I had a beer. As he walked away I felt weird like my heart fell into my stomach while agony burns my skin and dismay tickles my heart.

And again I have wood like the kind you get it Megan Fox offers to sit on your face. As my junk gets hard Angie walks by not twenty feet in front of me. "Yo Angie, wanna fuck?" She looks at me and shrugs. She pulls me to the bathroom. This chick is a monster. As soon as the word is mentioned she all over me. I'm pretty sure she leaves the word biggest hickey on my neck. this chick is insane she may have a few extra pounds hidden under her blonde locks but that doesn't stop this from feeling good.

When it's over I can't help but still feel empty. Like I had sex and all and it was great but was it really what I needed? I ponder over this as I slump away in all my classes. Math comes and I sit at the back. This way I can laugh and not get in trouble. Mr. Gallager walks in and Phoebe's sitting right beside me. Long sleeves, eyes as read as her hair, and booty shorts. Of course. She'll show off her butt and hide her arms. I wish her voice could speak the pain rather than her arms.

"Red are those for teach?" She looks at me and blushes as she shakes her head. But the blush gave it away. I hate to see this beautiful girl go head first into something that will leave her heartbroken. Just as these thoughts whirl in my head of worry, care and protection. I see none other than Justin Danton also known as JD. Phoebe has had a crush on him for a year now. She wasn't lying and I think her heart is in good hands with JD. So I leave it be. Mr. Gallager walk in in a blue blazer, black t-shirt, and blue pants. He walks with a limp and I can't help but feel bad that it's my fault.

As I stare at his wounds, that i caused, and I feel care stronger than ever. I only care about Phoebe. What the fuck?!? He walks down each row and I find myself scared as he gets closer. But am relieved enough to laugh when he gets to our row and JD makes a remark ,"Shit your bitch go to rough last night?" He asks in his chill christian slater like voice.

"Just do the work, I doubt you'll be able to answer the first question." I hold in a chuckle to his remark because question one is your name. This teacher has got fire and a body made from the gods. Fuck I'm not a faggot.

As I attempt to do the math Phoebe makes small talk with JD and in comes the, "MR. i-i."

"That's enough Trevor sit and do your work." I just bite my lip and pray I can go to church tomorrow to fix this.

As class goes on He teaches on the board, "If X equals ?Y and Y equals the sum of D time A but not the sum of B and D What is the circumcenter? Mickey?"

"Suck my dick" I say not even thinking nor showing that I regret every word.

"Mickey?!?!" Phoebe asks has she giggles.

"Detention after school both of you. Phoebe of course gets out of it. She raises her hand to tell him she has Therapy and can't. I envy her troubled life sometimes. Oh well this won't be the first time I get detention and it won't be the last.

As the bell rings phobe and I walk hand in hand out the door. I feel sick. We get to lunch and all she wants to do is play with my hair. She runs her pale hands through my black almost brown hair. All I want to do is die.