Cute Short Stories

My English Class Loser -- Short Story 3

My English Class Loser -- Short Story 3

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"You're such a loser." I leaned over in my chair to whisper to my friend.

"It's just you rubbing off on me." He smirked before looking back to the board.

Scowling, I turned my attention to the front of the class and ignored Daniel to the best of my abilities.

It's hard when the idiot is constantly making faces at you.

And waving his arms around when the teacher isn't looking.

Like I said, total idiot.

"Katie. Pssst. Hey, Katie." He leaned over to poke me, "Look."

Giving in, I glanced over to see a paper ball flying at my face.

"Gotcha." He laughed, doing his best to be quiet.

"I hate you." I glared, picking up the paper ball to whip back at him.

"Daniel and Katie!" Our english teacher stood with her hands on her hips, "Do I need to ask what you're whispering about?"

"No." I shook my head, growing redder with every pair of eyes that turned around to look at us.

"Good. Now, everyone pull out your books. We're going to be-" I tuned her out after that.

I got to work reading my book and answering the assigned questions. Daniel obviously hadn't heard me declare my current hate for him.

Or he just didn't care.

"Kaaaaaatieeeeee." Daniel scooted his desk beside mine. "I need help."

"I've known that for a while. My cousin knows a few doctors if you want their numbers." I stated with fake politeness, adding a smile to the end.

"Not that kind of help." He grumbled, trying to peak at my answers.

"Go away," I shooed him, "Just read the book. The answers are all there."

"But it's so much work." Daniel sighed, "Give me number one."

"I don't think so."

"Please."

"No."

"Come on, Katie." He smiled, "I'll love you forever."

"Ew." I bit the inside of my lip to keep from laughing.

"Pretty please?"

"You whipped a paper ball at me," I waved it in his face, "there's no way I'm helping you."

Daniel kept quiet after that.

Finally.

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"I'll see you tomorrow!" My friend, Anna, waved as she walked to her bus outside.

"See ya!" I called after her, closing my locker.

I picked up my bag from the ground and hoisted it over my shoulder.

Taking the short cut through the school hallways to the back doors, I caught sight of Daniel with his friends.

Looking at the ground, I didn't bother smiling or saying hi to him. We don't talk outside of class much- especially if his friends are around.

And no, it has nothing to do with him being popular (because he's not) or his friends not liking me or that Daniel is too embarrassed to talk to me outside of class. It's none of those things.