Too Gay For You

Chapter One: Julia

I stared at the sorry excuse for spaghetti that laid dead at the bottom of table four's frying pan.

"Why the hell did you use the frying pan?" Poppy hissed at me, and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know. I'd been too lazy to find the right pot. "This counts as our midterm grade. Midterm. Do I have to spell it? M-i-d-t-e-r-"

"I get the point!" Interrupting her, and dumping the noodles in the trash can, I sighed heavily. If I failed second quarter, I knew my parents would ground me. Wouldn't be able to feed my future-heterosexual-husband that way, now would I? Not with that toxic spaghetti. 

"Did you... add cinnamon to it?" Poppy's hazel eyes widened as she smelled the air surrounding the garbage, and she pulled her green-streaked hair back into a pony tail. I wouldn't be surprised if strands of our hair had gotten in there, somehow. 

"Um, yes?" It really had been a good idea at the time. "Was that so wrong?"

"What even..."

"I thought it would make it sweeter...?" The words forced their way out, coming off of my lips like a question. 

She sent me a blank look.

"What the fuck?"

Cracking a half-not-really-there-smile, I shrugged once more. 

"Okay then..." She trailed off, looking away suddenly. I wondered if my immense homosexuality had gotten to her already. All the bitches could smell it. (I mean, I hoped it wasn't my period. That'd be awkward).

We spun at the sound of Mr. Hyder's signature cowboy boots clicking on the linoleum floors. He was coming our way. Too see the spaghetti. The spaghetti we had super murdered.

"Well, shit." Poppy whispered, unconsciously leaning closer to me as our teacher's imposing form approached. 

"Shit indeed." I replied, regretting the cinnamon already. Silently, I cursed it for being so damn tasty.