FAKE

17

i shut my locker and met up with audrey. we were on our way to english, and then to lunch.

"so what even happened yesterday?" audrey asked.

i looked at her at kitted my eyebrows, "what are you talking about?" i asked.

"you texted me saying you were in the back, then i come out and you're in the front with zach," she said, "what did you two do? make out?"

i rolled my eyes, "i barely know him, audrey."

"i know, but it seems like you two seem to like each other," she said.

"how would you know, you never even know how we act together... and besides, you know i don't like him," i said and sighed.

"he seems to like you," she said.

i shook my head, "he's just being friendly."

"i don't think he's just being friendly, there's definitely something there," she said.

does zach like me? that would be weird since we don't even know each other. well maybe not that weird because i liked him and i didn't even know him. so i guess it's the same deal...

"look, there he is now," she said.

i snapped out of my thoughts, and picked my head up. i brushed a piece of hair away from my face and zach smiled once he saw me. he gave me a little wave, and a kind smile.

"that's definitely not a lets be friends smile," she said. i smiled back and waved to him. we walked into english and saw that half the class was already filled up, "that's more of an iwant­to­fuck­you smile," yikes. i laughed a little and then shook my head.

the minute bell went off, and we took our seats. more students flew into the class, and it was filled up for the most part.

just as the bell rang, joey walked in, "you're cutting it close, mr. birlem," mrs. peters said.

i could see that his hair was all messed up, and the buttons to his shirt weren't up all the way like he usually wears his shirts. he was definitely making out with someone somewhere. and that someone is tori. joey glanced at me, and i looked away. that's also why he was almost late. he was making out with tori, yuck.

"sorry, ma'am," he said and took his seat in the back.

of course he didn't get in trouble. if it was any other student, they'd get in trouble. but no, because it's joey birlem and he can do whatever the hell he wants.

that pisses me off; it's because of his stepdad. his stepdad pays a fair amount of money to this school, so all the teachers, the principle and the students love him. i ran a hand through my hair, pushing my out grown bangs away from my face.

"let's begin our class, shall we?" she asked and sat down on her wooden stool in front of the entire class. i licked my lips and sat back in my seat. "well, first off. tell me about last night's chapter," she said.

we were reading william shakespeare's romeo and juliet. it was confusing as fuck, but also a very heart warming story, so far.

"mr. bieber, how about you give me a summary."

justin bieber wasn't the type of student to do his homework. he didn't have time for reading; he was too busy getting high for homework. speaking of high, he looked high right now. his eyes were red and puffy, and he looked like he had no clue what was going on. he looked around for help, but i guess everyone wanted to see this. some of his friends had smirks on their faces, and just sat back in their seats.