Addicted

FUCKED

"Okay, class! Take your seats," Mrs. Mason says. English class. My genuinely favorite subject. "Today we're going to start reading a book," She continued. The class groans. She chuckles. "We're going to rea-"

The door opens. The whole class turns to see who came in. I stare. Pretty cart pusher, sister lover, brag do-er, girl is here. Why did I smile when I thought of that? "Oh right, we have a new student," Mrs. Mason announces. Pretty girl awkwardly smiles.

"Um, where should I sit?" She asks. Please don't sit behind me. Please don't sit behind me. Please don't sit behind me.

"Why don't you sit behind Matthew?" Fuck. I'm fucked. Pretty girl notices me and makes a face at me. Ouch, how pretty can she get? "As I was saying, you all will be reading Romeo and Juliet," Mrs. Mason states. Didn't we read that in ninth grade?

"Didn't we read that in ninth grade?" One kid calls out.

"Yes. But you're all going to read it again. You are all much older now. You should see if you can understand it in a different way," She explains. It's Romeo and Juliet for crying out loud. Guy loves girl. Girl loves guy. Guy dies for girl. Girl dies for guy. It's simple logic and I don't think there's another perspective to see it in. She passes out the books and says, "Read all of Act One. That's homework. And you can start your homework right now."

"Pssssst," I hear behind me. I turn slowly, hoping I wouldn't blush when I saw her face. 

I reply, "Yes, Prett-" Fucking Christ. "Yes, cart pusher, sister lover, brag do-er, girl?" She looks at me with one of those expressions that say "Really?". Is that a good thing? 

"Well, body bumper, cart rider, sister owner, haircut needer, boy, would you like to read this book with me?" She says.

"First of all, you're only supposed to do three of those words ending with "er" because I did three of those. You did four. Second of all, my hair isn't that long. Third of all, how would reading with you help me do this?" I ask. I take a breath in. That's the greatest amount of words I've said today.

"It's not my fault that I'm more creative than you, oka-" I cut her off.

"Pshhh, you're not more creative than me. I just embarrass myself a lot and own a sister, therefore you can easily make up stuff ending with "er." Whilst I can only do three, because you didn't do much at the store besides laugh at me," I interrupt.

"You helped your case so much by admitting that you're embarrassing," She points out. "Look,  it'll help us understand each character if we each read one character." 

"Fine, but I get to be Romeo," I say. She giggles. I have an excuse to talk to the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. I am fanboying on the inside! 

"Are you okay? Your cheeks are red," She says. Fuck. I'm fucked.