America's Badass

Chapter 2 : A what of what?!

Chapter 2: A what of what?!

So maybe acting like a bitch won't do me any good. Besides, Kieran is not even turning to my direction. Not even once. And to think we're in the same math class. Yet again for 10 whole straight years. Did I forget to mention that Kieran and I go way back? I guess I did. My dad was a good friend of his while not yet been elected into office. They used to be college and highschool buddies or whatever crud they were spouting.

And now look at that jerk; flirting with two bimbos and one lady who hasn't glanced his way. Terra despises delinquents, especially those players who're conceited and arrogant such as America's bad boy here. But that's what they all know and believe. Deep down, I know he's the same fun kid/best friend I used to play with. He had a dream once upon a time: to be the world's most successful businessman. It was a great dream, if you'd ask me. Too bad he dismissed that dream after his dad was murdered. Geez, this class is starting to get on my nerves. But it's not like I hate it; I just don't understand the lessons, is all. But I want to understand and learn.

Mr. Debby, the math teacher, suddenly stopped short on Kieran and Hariett's desk (Hariett is one of those guys with him a while ago, a.k.a. Delinquent boy #1). "Mr. Schmeir, Mr. Lourt, would you please pay attention to what I am saying and not to those ladies' goodies?"

Oh wow, this is fucking hilarious! Goodies? Seriously? I couldn't help but laugh at Mr. Debby's choice of words as the other kids snicker at him for being this straightforward. No one minds though because Mr. Flitz Debby is just 22 and a fresh graduate. Not to mention, he's really built. So instead of chuckling, the girls were giggling and acting cute. "Hey, stop laughing. Especially you, Chrissa."

Everyone immediately stopped and turned to look at me. I didn't even know why he addressed me that way. "Err-okay, sir."

His beaming smile got everybody in high spirits again but not before saying, "Just call me, 'Flitz.' Two months of hearing 'Mr. Debby' makes me feel old."

"Well then, Flitz, I think it would be better if you would stop acting so familiar with Ms. Perispark. Her dad would kill ya. I mean, I'm just sayin' because I ought to keep watch of her since I'm the guy in our friendship and her dad's a friend of mine. And you shouldn't play favorite, Mr. I-wanna-do-it-with-a-teenage-catholic-girl," he hissed as he gritted his teeth. He seemed ferocious right now, as if one touch would make him blow up. His face was literally crimson red with anger that made me mad too. Just a little. I kinda felt safe and happy at the same time. But seriously, are we still even friends? After what he did to me? You call that a friend? Oh puh-lease, talk to the hand, mistah!

Mr. Debby remained unfazed by Kieran though. In fact, he was smirking and wearing a smug look on his face! He responded, "I don't really have a specific type. Whoever God blesses me with is fine with me. And no worries boy, I'm not acting familiar with Chrissa here. I just want to be friendly with all of my students."

"So you're saying Ms. Perispark is a possible candidate?" Kieran insisted.

This got Mr. Debby chuckling though, "W-What? Well, if doing it with your first cousin is legal in this country, then why not?"

Kieran was frozen stiff after hearing those words come out from Mr. Debby's mouth. That's right; we're cousins. His mom is my dad's sister. Flitz has half Perispark blood running through his veins. I don't get why he calls me 'Chrissa' though. Before Kieran was here, he'd always refer to me as 'Issa.' The whole school knows we're related anyway, so no one actually minds what we call each other. So what's the difference now?

Flitz continued to tease Kieran though, "You shouldn't assume those kinds of things with your teacher, Mr. Schmeir. In the end, you're just going to embarrass yourself. Not even remembering a childhood friend is way beyond me. How could you even forget Handsome Flitz? Y'know, Strong Stan's brother?"