Chapter Five - Wednesday After Detention
My eyes had grown wide. WHAT? THE. ACTUAL. FUDGE? – I’d actually quite like some fudge now but THAT IS NOT THE POINT!
No. Patrick had said no. What did that mean? Did that mean he didn’t like me? Wait rewind. He had said the word that contained to letters known to man as N and O. Am I panicking? Can you tell that I’m panicking? ‘Cause I’m totally panicking.
As for Li and Pete. I ship it.
Liliath had grown tomato red, her eyes as wide as saucers and her expression – well, embarrassed would be an understatement. She mumbled something that sounded a lot like “me – uh – bathroom – yeah.”
Pete wore a self-satisfied smirk and – still in my daze – I swooped down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Patrick looked mortified and grabbed my hand, dragging me back to my seat and dropped me onto its plasticky bumpiness. I heard footsteps in the hallway and Patrick quickly whisper-shouted for everyone to sit down. I was alarmed at the fact that Patrick was having a mini-panic attack in a classroom over me kissing one of his best friends on the cheek. It was kind of cute actually.
Questions whizzed through my mind, but I shook them off by tapping my pencil on the desk. Seconds ticked by and Joe asked, “Ooh, is someone jealous?” I felt my mouth drop.
I ripped out a random page and threw it at Joe muttering “Shut up.”
“Aw, Tia” he cooed hopping out of his chair to grab my cheek “you’re blushing again”
“Do you want a bitch slap?”
Joe looked slightly confused and I saw Andy shake with silent laughter. “A bitch slap?” he asked incredulous, he had taken a step backwards and stumbled when he hit the table.
“You, my friend, are a bitch and I will slap you if needs be.” I replied shooting him my famous death glares. “If looks could kill Joe, I swear you’d be ten feet under by now.” I could still feel my cheeks burning but I wasn’t about to let my complexion disable witty retorts.
“Joe.” Patrick said pushing him back into his seat “I said no because I didn’t want Mr Jones walking in when a full make-out session between Tia and Pete was underway. Watch -” he said and pointed to the door “3” he sat back down “2” he pulled out his books “1.”
Mr Jones strolled in, a grilled chicken Panini and a see through cup with a substance that looked oddly like vodka in hand. “Ah, have fun with your insipidly sadistic lives?”
Someone remind me to perform human vivisection, cut off his balls and insert them into his coiled intestines while stabbing his throat with my ballpoint pen - not forgetting to sign my name in sharpie of course.
His eyes swept over the classroom. “Where’s Liliath?”
Silence.
“Bathroom” I replied through gritted teeth. He took no notice.
“Well, can you tell her she needs to stay back? We need to chat.” Ew. I felt sorry for her already. “Dismissed.”
