Nothing Ever Changes

Kicked out

I'm speechless.

My head has been frozen for the past five minutes. I've been sitting on the bathroom floor, without even trying to get up for the past five minutes. 

'WHAT THE HELL????' was the first thing that popped into my mind.

I cannot believe that just fucking happened. Did he...? Was I? WHAT?!?

I breathe a couple times, to reorganize my brain and get up fast, but instantly my head starts to ache. Damn it, another "orgasm headache", as I like to call them. Basically, after I reach my climax, I have to rest a bit and get up slowly, or else my head hurts like hell. I know I'm fucking weird, give me a break.

I wash my face and remember that I have to go to class. Fuck, I'm gonna be late to Mrs. Langfield's class. I do NOT want to be late to her class. She hates me to the core. I never understood why, but every time I do something slightly wrong, she freaks out and yells at me like I'm some criminal in jail.

I run as fast as I can and when I open the door, 19 pairs of eyes stare at me, some startled, some blank and some naughty. Wait, naughty?

- Ms. Samantha, so glad you gave us the honor of your presence! - says Mrs. Langfield ironically.

- I'm sorry I'm late, professor, I was... 

Shit.

- I don't care where you were! Just sit down before I do anything drastic!

Jeez... Always the same cranky bitch.

I enter the room and sit in my usual chair, in the back. I look around while grabbing my books and see three guys laughing and looking strangely at me. I do a "What?" motion with my arms and one of them (I think his name is Mark) points at my hair. I put my hands in it and notice that is all messed up, out of place. I try to comb it with my fingers and John does a thing with his mouth that looks like a blowjob.

I stick my tongue out, grossed out by him, but I can't do it without blushing, because the scene that just happened enters my mind again.

How could I let that happened? Now that I think of it, it should have been scary as hell. But, in that moment, all I could think about was the hot feeling on my stomach, and his hands running through my body...

I have to go talk to that motherfu...

- MS. SAMANTHA!

My startled eyes look up to see a very angry 50-year-old woman.

- What do you think about this matter?

Well, here I go again, another senseless fight.

- Sorry, Mrs. Langfield, I didn't listen...

- Oh, you weren't listening... My apologies, should I repeat every SINGLE WORD I SAID DURING THIS CLASS?! - she screamed. 

She is starting to get on my nerves...

- Or maybe I should just give you a private class, or every single power point of my class, OR EVEN THE ANSWERS TO THE EXAM!

Oh, boy. My face gets hot and I can't help to let go.

- Why do you have to be such a BITCH to me??

The whole class is in an excited silence.

- WHAT?!?!? - her face is red, with drops of sweat near the hairline.

- You heard me, just kick me out of your class so I can go to the principle like you always dreamt about doing with me. - I'm calmer, just accepting my fate. I know, deep down, that she is dying to kick me out of her class.

She fixes her slightly messed up coat and looks at me with evil eyes.

- Ms. Samantha, please exit this classroom and go straight to the principle's office.

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The rest of the day was actually more relaxed than I thought it would be. I talked to Principle Joey, who's actually a really nice man. I never spoke to him because I had never been kicked out of class before. He understood what I told him, and the only thing he said to me was: 'Mrs. Langfield is a very stressed and lonely woman, and she only has this school to support on, so she chooses some students to be her punching bag. I won't suspend you or anything, but just try to be cooler around her, okay?'.

After that, I just left and went home.

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- Sam, can you come here? - I hear Ant calling me. 

I'm studying, and it pisses me off when someone interrupts me while I'm studying, but I take deep breaths and go downstairs.

- What, Ant? I was studying...

- Yeah, yeah... Can you fetch me a glass of water?

- Excuse me?? -  I ask, sassy.

- I'm sooo comfortable on the couch... - he grins devilishly before I smother him with a pillow.

- UGHHH I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!

He easily escapes my grip and gets up. I sit, making a fake angry face.

- Don't be like that, I was joking. And besides, I wanted to talk to you.

- What? - I say, making a neutral facial expression.

- Did something happen today? At school, or something?

My heart squeezes tightly. Oh, no.

- Not really, why do you ask? - I say, trying to act as natural as possible.

- You never walk into the house, after school, without saying "I'm home, Ant", or "I'm here". It was weird. 

I'm dead silent. Damn, he's smart.

- I don't want to say that sort of bullshit like oh, you can tell me everything, I'm all ears, I'm here for you blah blah blah. But you know that you can, right? We haven't spoken about personal matters in a while, but it's not too late to start.

I keep silent and he sighs.

- Okay, your call! I'm not mad or anything, but if you want to vent it out, you know you can.

He leaves the living room and enters the kitchen.

The water running fills my head. Maybe I should talk to him? But, then again, it would be fucking weird. "Ant, some random dude just fingered me and gave me an orgasm out of nowhere, and then left". Not awkward at all...

Ugh.