The Blood Types Adventure (That Went Really Bad)

That awkward moment. B

"Fuck you!" O growls.

"Well, it's not my fault for being so smart," I snicker.

"A did it better! Right A!?"

"Well, no-not really actually, AB did."

"Totally. B, you got 80 on your test, there is nothing to be proud of, you're an idiot, be honest, you cheated while A wasn't looking, you didn't study. And O, I appreciate your honesty, but alas, you really are as much of an idiot as B. And A-"

"Okay, okay! Daaamn! Shit!" O shouts.

"What fuckin ever! Atleast I'll get the money O bet with me," I smirk while handing out a single hand to O's side.

"Fucking banana tree, here!" O spats then lending B his money.

"Heck yeah, money for days sucka-" I swift my hair, furiously, that it makes me fall in despair, I face plant the floor.

"Oh my God! Is he okay?" My hot teacher runs towards us.

"Umh," A whispers.

"Is he dead again?" O asks with a high pitch voice.

This is it. . .
My only chance of proofing to them that I'm not just a dumb idiot who dates fictional characters and anime body pillows. . .
It hurts. . .
Now, they'll regret every . . . word . . . they have said.

". . . ."

They're staring at me, heh, keep it that way, y'all are about to see a champion doing some cool expert shit.

I then jump, jump as high as I could manage. I backflip so hard that I think it breaks my backbone to proof that I'm worthy enough for my teacher! Not just A backflip, but three backflips! I land safely and walk away with pride.

"Is he, alright?" the teacher asks worriedly.

AB sighs. "Pardon me for my friend's behaviour, as you can tell, he has suffered cancer for the past five years and I think it is starting to grow again."