It was another ordinary day of high school. I was sitting in the back of my biology class when Gage Livingston, my bully, kept kicking my chair. It was childish of him, considering we were in eleventh grade, but he knew it annoyed me, and he would do whatever he could to get under my skin. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to control my anger much longer. Finally I turned around and lost it.
“Will you fucking stop?!” I yelled out louder than I had planned too.
Everyone in my biology class turned to me and watched with wide eyes. It’s as if none of them ever heard a cuss word before.
“Mr. Evans is there a problem?” my teacher, Mrs. Welsh, asked.
I cussed under my breath and turned to see Gage with a smug smile upon his face.
“Well Mr. Evans?” she asked again getting a little annoyed.
“No, no problem...” I mumbled
My gaze turned above the door to freedom to look at the clock, it was one fifty two. School ends at two on the nose. I raised my hand needing to leave this hell hole. Luckily my teacher saw my hand with no problem.
“Tyler what do you need?” she asked getting annoyed with my interruptions.
At this point I couldn’t care if I interrupted her class or not.
“May I use the restroom?” I asked politely.
Of course Mrs. Welsh groaned and waved me out of her class. I happily made my way to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror taking in my appearance. My black hair laid flat over my head and the front of my hair hung in front of my blue eyes. I took a deep breath and turned to the side to see that I was basically a walking stick.
As I was examining myself a boy walked out of the stall. His blonde hair hung low like mine but his hair had a wave in it. His brown eyes met mine making me shutter because I dreaded eye contact.
“Hi” he said and walked to the sink, washing his hands like any normal person would do after using the restroom.
“Hi” I said back plainly and watched his every move.
I’ve never seen this boy before in my life, I didn’t know if it was because he was a grade lower or a transfer. The boy was a few inches shorter than I was but he had more muscle but, still barley any.
“Well bye” he said and dismissed himself from the bathroom, leaving without another word.
I stayed behind, alone in the bathroom, standing against the sink wondering who that boy was because I was now love struck.
