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"-and those are some of the many vocab definitions you will need to remember this year! okay, class, you're dismissed! no homework!" the teacher says.
"'some of the many vocab words you will need to know this year'" richie mocks.
"suck my dick! i thought this was review!" richie continued.
i laughed at his humour and slapped his arm. "language, bud."
"oh, right, sorry. i mean, suck my wang." richie corrected with a wink.
"i mean, only if you want me to." i jokingly flirted back with a wink.
after that comment, richie became speechless and i just left him in our civics class like that.
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after 2nd period
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ugh, science.
the only class that is utterly annoying to me.
whatever.
good thing i only have 13 more minutes left in this hell of a class.
i mean, i don't mind the class itself, but i do mind the kids in the class.
everyone is always trying to be my partner when i actually just want to do the project by myself.
'cause the last time i chose my partner they thought i was just using them to get the answers to everything.
ugh.
anyways, henry bower's friend, Brayden, is in this class and he is actually probably the fuckiest fuckboy there is known to man-kind.
well guess what happened.
he freaking slapped my ass.
but oh, no, that's not all.
he then whistled loudly and hollered, "DAMN! i would totally hit that, babygirl!"
an keep in mind. im a freshman. this brayden kid is a junior.
its just absolutely mind-boggling how one guy can be so gross and crude.
wait 'till i tell richie about this.
wait, richie?
why is that the first guy to come to mind?
i mean, wait 'till i tell my friend JASMINE.
hm.
that's better.
"hey. hey. hey!" a girl named emily said while poking my arm.
"yes?" i politely asked even though this girl was pissing me off.
"why were you talking to that richie kid in civics? i saw you. that's just social suicide." she rudely stated.
"social suicide? what on earth do you mean?" i said politely once again.
"i mean, you can get any guy you want. don't choose richie."
"i'll choose whomever i please. but thank you for your input. i'll think about it." i said, even though i honestly wouldn't give what she said a second thought.
"no problem!" the emily girl said cheerfully.
i threw the girl a fake smile and continued to stare at the clock. 30 seconds 'till i'm out of here and i can go to lunch.
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sorry this sucks
i'm rushing to update tbh
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