The grinch who stole my boyfriend (short story)

Only once

2/1/14

"Well today, went great. I literally woke up 15 minutes later than I should, messing my whole routine up. I don't even think I brushed my teeth, but I mean no one can tell, hopefully. I didn't even get my mocha frap from Starbucks, like that's a way to start your day, instead I'm rushing through my house to get ready. " I feel like a loser writing all this down.
"Ms. Lanks, would you like to share what you are writing in that fancy journal of yours?" Mr. Brija said, with a snarky tone of course.
"No, I'm fine." I said nervously.
Quinton looked over at my journal for a hot second thinking I wouldn't notice. I quickly looked at him and squinted my eyes and he snapped his head towards the front looking more into math than any person should be. I chuckled to myself and closed my journal. I put my head down on my desk and let the class roll by.
"Jamie"
"Jamie" I felt someone shake me.
"What?" I replied rudely, not even looking up to see who it was.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the desk, class is over. You should wake up before you are late to next period" I jerked up and bumped heads with Quinton, we both groaned and rubbed our heads.
"Why is your head so big?" I groaned, then he started snickering "what's so funny?"
"You got a little something on your face" he was cheesing extra hard, I wiped all around my face and felt a wet substance around my mouth, ugh drool. I must've looked extra cute to him.
"You shouldn't be late to your next class quinton"
"I have a free period, you on the other hand don't." He put on a smirk and walked out of class. I got up and stretched but only to realize my shoe laces were tied to the desk it was too late to fix because I had already made my way down with the desk and heard a familiar laugh.
"Damn, the oldest trick in the book. You should have seen yourself, your face" Quinton laughed his face was so red I thought it was going to explode. I picked my self up and proceeded to untie my shoe laces from the desk and heard the late bell ring. As much as I care not to care for the bell, my next class is psychology and Mrs. Kadia is ready to write a referral on my behind. I got up and picked my stuff up and looked Quinton in the eyes and said "let the games begin" and walked to my next class, well or more like run.