BANG! My head jerks up as I look around panicking. "Did you hear the assignment, Ms.Jones?" My teacher, Mrs.Grudge said. Her name wasn't really great, because she was so nice and caring, she just comes off mean. "No ma'am, sorry I'm super tired." I muster up.
"Do not let it happen again. Patrick, explain what we're doing for this quarter." Mrs.Grudge says as she sits down at her desk. Mrs.Grudge was a really pretty teacher. She is only 25, she has olive skin, bright brown eyes, long, pretty black hair, and pink plump lips.
If I was a boy, or a whore, I'd go after her. I feel a giant hand on my shoulder, whipping me around towards an object. Patrick stares at me intensely, which freaks me out. "So, what are we doing for this quarter? You're supposed to tell me." I say nervously.
I wasn't nervous because I liked him. I was nervous because human interaction gives me anxiety. "We have to write an essay about if both of us were parents, would we basically be good parents." He says, never taking his eyes off my lips.
I roll my eyes. "Thanks." I say and turn back around to my desk. I can still feel his gaze on my hair. He's confused. I know he is. "You wanna go out sometime?" He asks, me dreading that question I knew was going to come.
"No thanks, busy." I said still not turning back around. People around me gasp, like no one had ever turned Patrick down before. "She just denied king! This is BIG!" I hear someone whisper. The fuck is going on with these pricks. Why is me saying no such a big deal.
"What? You must've not heard me correctly." Patrick said, turning me around in my chair once more. I internally curse the teacher, why did she have to have chairs with wheels, we are immature! We slide around! "I said no, Patrick. I will not go out with you." I roll my eyes.
I was trying to figure out who was going to be my partner in this assignment, and he was rudely interrupting me. Patrick opened his mouth to retaliate, but before he could, the loud and gorgeous sound of the old bell came. LUNCH! I smile.
Lunch was always drama filled, but luckily I didn't know much people here, so I wasn't caught up in that drama. I sat in the back with my friends Stacey, Hallie, and Greg. I took my usually seat in between Hallie and Stacey, they started taking about boys, not interested at all.
"Oh my god Stacey, king is coming this way!"'I head Greg squeal. Sorry Greg, Patrick doesn't swing that way. A strong hand placed itself on my chin, making me look at whoever face was above me. "You still wanna say no to my offer?" He tried to say sexily or whatever.
"Yes, I'm still sticking to my no." I say, pushing off his hand, and continued to eat my pizza. Who the hell is he to come to my table, and try and ruin lunch for me? No sir, not today. Stacey looks at me in envy, mouthing to me, 'What offer is he talking about?'
I shake my head, motioning I'll tell her later. "Why honey, I would love to be accompanied by your presence." He tries to say all gentleman like. "You'd only enjoy someone's presence is if they're naked. Now, please get the fuck away from me." I scowl. Why was he trying me?
Everyone looks taken aback by what I just said. I don't like to be bothered. Especially when I'm freaking hungry. Patrick tries again, but this time I just simply ignore him. Yes, I may have social anxiety, but that doesn't stand a chance against my anger issues.
