The Fuckboy ~S.M.~

XIV {Hell}

{Courtney's POV}

I'm so excited! We're Tuesday and today will be the first time I am going to work in the diner! Also this morning Shawn kept asking if I wanted to sit with them at lunch, and he was really annoying me so I said yes.

WHY!? DID!? I!? SAY!? YES!?

I'm sooooo dead...

Right now I'm standing at the door. Ugh, Shawn's table is looking so cool.

I just don't belong there...

Shawn notices me and makes a hand gesture that says: Just fucking come.

Lord stay with me and don't leave me here in this hell, amen.

I walk towards their table. They are all staring at me.

They're not gonna kill you. They're not gonna kill you... Who are you kidding, they going to burry you alive.

"Wasupp Court", he says with a smile. "Hi", I answer back and I take a seat next to him. They all start talking again like I'm just soms air. I don't mind it.

"Do you need a lift to the diner later?", Shawn asks.

"Ehm sure."

"Wait, how are you going to get home? It's too far to walk."

"But it will be late so you can't pick me up, I'll just walk."

"I'm not gonna let you walk."

"What? Are you going to let me fly to my house?"

"You can stay over."

"But I don't want that, I have a house for a reason."

"It's the safest option!"

"No!"

"Then call your dad and ask him what he thinks that is the best option: walking alone for an hour in the middle of the night or staying by a friend until tomorrow?"

Shit... He's right.

"You suck, you know that?"

"...And you swallow."

He looks with a smirk at me and all his friends are trying to hold in their laughs.

"You'll never know that", I say in his face and stand up to leave the table.

"Oh come on Court! I was joking!", he says with the same smile on his face like he had before.

Ugh, why are we friends again? I'm not hungry anymore. So I guess I go to class. I mean, it's way to early, but my teachers are used to that.

I go to the next period: Music, and tbh, I hate it. The teacher Musa Imerod, is incredibly talented and she's really sweet (she's my favorite teacher and I'm her favorite student, duh), but I'm not a person who likes to stand in the spotlight. We got a teacher and she does a lot of things, I mean, we don't learn really theory. It's fun if you love to sing or play an instrument, but for people like me, is it not really that fun. I go to the class and knock at the door.

"Come in!", Mrs. Imerod yells. I open the doors and she looks surprised at me. "Court, why are you so early again? Did they do something with you again?" Yes, this teacher calls me by my nickname. "No! I mean... Not really... But that's not the reason that I'm early... Or wait... Yeah, it's the reason."