Shit Happens [REWRITING SOON]

7. Smooth Criminal

'We're always happy, life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy.'

-Mungo Jerry, In the Summertime

Numéro sept

I would be lying if I said school was a blast. Sure it had it's perks in the last week, what with Patrick being labelled as 'Pussy' by nearly the whole entire school, but it's still that horrible place where it's only benefit is socialization.

And if that's not a word, sue me, because I couldn't give two shits.

It's only halfway through the first term, and already the teachers are piling the assignments and exams on us. It's like they've never heard of this thing called 'stress'.

They probably haven't actually.

Patrick's gone pretty silent as well. The only time I see him is History, and that's two doubles and one single lesson a week.

He's plotting something, I know it. And I got to get ready to hit back hard. The thing is though, Jaycee the Karma Queen is fresh out of prank ideas.

Plus I've had too many assignments and exams to even think properly, much less come up with some way to retaliate to Patrick.

"Jaycee, you're up," said the teacher.

"I'm...what?" I shook myself awake. I could feel a line of drool on my chin. Just fabulous.

"You're up next for your oral, Jaycee. Need I repeat it one more time?"

Incidentally, I was thinking of the wrong kind of oral.

"But Miss, isn't it English, not Sex-Ed?" I asked. This was getting confusing.

"You've been asleep too long Jaycee, remember that oral presentation you had to do as an assignment?"

And then it hit me. The thing was, I had finished my speech, I just had totally neglected memorising it as I had one hundred and one other assignments to do.

"But Miss-"

"I'll go next, Miss," a deep voice interrupted.

"Well then class, this is the last one for the lesson," said the teacher. "And Jaycee, consider yourself lucky."

The guy that got up, I swear I hadn't seen since primary school. He was an outcast; a nerd and he was from Australia. Puberty sure had done it's job. He'd lost the glasses and the braces and now looked like an actual surfer guy, especially with the sandy blonde hair and Australian accent. What was his name? That's right, Peter. Peter Roberts.

He rambled on about something to do with some book - admittedly it was actually pretty good - and soon it was time to go home.

I had thought that since I was now able to talk to a guy other than Roy, maybe I'd finally be able to talk to normal, hot guys without fatally embarrassing myself. Boy, I was wrong.

"Wait!" I called, rushing after Peter on the way out of class.

He turned to me with a, "Yes?" and immediately I felt my face get hot.

I couldn't find the right words.

"I, uh, um," I cleared my throat. "i wanted to say thank you for that...back in class. Er yeah, thanks for volunteering instead of me, Patrick."

"Patrick?" he quirked an eyebrow.

I coughed. "Peter. I-I said Peter. Yeah, Peter."

This couldn't end well.