The Cupcake Theory

32) I'm Passionate, Not Crazy!

32) I'm Passionate, Not Crazy!

"Let's go over this one more time okay. Repeat after me. When a girl is ignoring you that does not mean she is playing hard to get."

Lee knits his eyebrows together in concentration trying to process the words "If a girl ignores me that doesn't mean she's trying to get noticed by giving me the silent treatment or playing hard to get. Sometimes people ignore me because they don't want to talk or they find me annoying."

Before our math teacher left us to fend for ourselves he gave us very specific instructions to use our time wisely and then zoned in on me like it was my fault that the projector got broken last time. I'd just like to say that it's not our fault the projector was in the way of the basketball.

Lee and I had gotten onto the invigorating topic of how to avoid people. I'm 100% sure this is counted as being productive as I have definitely made some progress with him.

I tilt my head slightly "More or less. But most importantly remember it's the quiet people you have to look out for. They're the ones that are secretly plotting your death."

"Are you saying you've plotted out everyone's death? Are you planning on killing me anytime soon because I haven't completed the whole Super Mario brothers game yet? Don't kill me, Mackenzie; I'm too beautiful to die."

This was the perfect time for the classroom to go completely silent.

I follow the turned heads who are all staring at the stranger at the front of the room. To them, he's a new and unfamiliar face, but I know him as the cookie thief. He adjusts his leather jacket that I'm surprised hasn't been confiscated yet for violating the dress code. His eyes skim over the classroom slowly.

I go into a panic, knowing that as soon as he sees me I might as well start digging my grave.

Being the inconspicuous person that I am, I try to slide down the seat. But sadly my legs are stuck to the plastic seat.

Do I dare go through the pain of detaching my sweaty legs to save myself from eternal death?

Maybe I'm being a tad overdramatic but I don't want to die. I haven't even tried a Cronut yet!

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Hide me or cover me in unfinished practice test papers, just make sure he doesn't see me," I whisper yell at Lee. All he does is give me a confused look while handing me a glue stick. This guy is useless.

Before and can dive under my desk a deep voice echoes "It's you" across the classroom. Evil cookie guy (who is most likely going to kill me) points his finger in my direction.

Now I'm reconsidering not having the extra waffle for breakfast this morning, you never know when it's going to be your last meal.

Pretending not to notice all eyes watching me I twist around to face Lee and grab him by the shoulders "What did you do this time?"

He blinks a couple times in shock "I-I don't know. I may have taken a packet of skittles that were left in the vending machine. I'm sorry man I didn't know they were yours. I'll buy you another packet. Just don't beat up my gorgeous face. I'll need it when I get old," Lee shields his face quickly with his arms.

Cookie monster storms up to our table. Maneuvering through the tight space between chairs table and utterly confused students.

"I wasn't talking to him. I meant you" he stops right in front of our table. Slightly knocking the side making my pen roll off the table. He glares, waiting for me to crack.