Roy Kupkus

This Is Not Happening

The next day at school, Roy and I were in our drama class going over this stupid ass play again.

And me being me, I had just fucked up one of my lines.

"Fuck", I growled and ran my hand through my hair.

I could hear Roy laughing to himself from his chair in the rows, then he looked down.

"Don't worry Rore, a lot of people have no talent", he smirked down at his script.

"Ya know, I'd kick ya in the teeth for that-but why should I improve your looks?", I said and put my hand on my hip.

He looked up and glared at me so I glared right back at him.

"Ooook everyone take 5", Mrs. Mitchell called out.

I rolled my eyes at him, then walked down the steps of the stage and to my seat beside him-putting my feet up.

"I just want pizza, and I wanna go home", I mumbled and shook my head as I looked over my script.

"Yeah, well, we got an hour left so suck it the fuck up", Roy mumbled beside me.

I glared at him again as I slowly turned to him.

"Did I fucking ask you?", I growled.

"I'm tired of hearing you complain", he shrugged.

"You complain just as much as I do-don't even go there",I rolled my eyes then shoved him before I looked around.

" 'My feet hurt'. 'I'm tired.' 'I'm hungry.'", he said in a high voice then I turned back and glared at him.

"Jesus Christ, now I see why your dad left you.''

My face went entirely blank and the whole room got quiet as I stared at him.