You Push Me, I Push Back

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I must be having deja vu. No, it's just Angel going on about her crush, Dean, again. Which, by the way, I found extremely funny, because if any of you have watched 'Supernatural' you'll know that one of the main characters is called Dean. I've been rooting for him and Castiel to get together for a while, (I'm only on season 10 though, and I forbid anyone to tell me what's going on) but for those who don't, Castiel is an angel and I can't help but make a comment about that every once in a while.

Off topic, plus, the difference between Castiel and Dean with Angel and Dean, is the fact that I can put up with the attraction the 'Supernatural' characters hold for each other. Angel and Dean are a whole different story. And I'm not rooting for them to be together.

"Oh, you hear that? I think Miss Hugh is calling my name." I tell Angel, I obviously wasn't, Miss Hugh hates my guts and I don't even know why. I'm using this as an excuse to get away from Juliet over here. I love Angel, but I'd rather listen to my mum rant on about how much she hates her boss at work - and that's saying something.

"But there's no one-" before Angel could finish, I was already packing up my stuff and making my escape. Coming up with some lame excuse, saying that she has to get her ears checked because she's losing her hearing. Because, Miss Hugh was obviously calling me.

Luckily, Romeo went over to her and swept her off her feet. Okay, lie, he only got her to blush and tuck a strand of hair (that she purposely put there) behind her right ear in a cute way. I made a puking noise before trashing my food in the bin and heading to my locker.

I made it to my locker without a person stopping me, although I wasn't surpised, no one ever talked to me. But the 'Spring Dance' is coming up soon and that's all people have been talking about. I wouldn't be surprised if Angel and Dean went together. Probably win Queen and King, if that's even a thing. Maybe I've been watching too much Teen Fiction.

Netflix is a great source these days.

I managed to get pass the people hanging up yet another Spring Dance poster on the ceiling, apparently all the students were excited. Wasting your time hanging up posters when you could be eating delicious food with your mates. These people certainly have committment.

I got to my locker and put my lock number in before opening it. A newly placed card was there, one I have not seen before. I pick it up and open it, only to find the words 'Spring Dance in two weeks! Be ready!' in bold. I scrunch the piece of paper up. People and their committment.

I grab my Calculas book and replace it with my English Literature text book. It's not that I don't hate the Spring Dance, it's about what happens on that night and what has happened on tjat night. People sneaking alcohol in, the after party, the break ups, the make ups, the make outs, the sex and the teenage pregnancy that pops out of nowhere.

I was that teenage pregnancy that popped out of nowhere.

My mum got pregnant by my biological dad at the after party of the Spring Dance. My dad left my mum to handle a baby by herself. She was close to get an abortion but chose not to, stating that she didn't want to lose anyone else.

Anyway, the bell rings and I make my way to Calculas which so happens to be around the corner. Calculas would be fine and maybe even my favourite subject, if, Angel and Dean didn't sit in front of me, next to each other, constantly glancing and smiling at each other. Sometimes even playing footsies. It was annoying.

I entered and was the first one, I took my seat the back, the second row to the left. I place my Calculas text book on the table, and wait for everyone else to enter. I bite the top of my pen unpatiently, why can't we just begin now? Give everyone detention for being late. I would like to go home today please.

Soon enough, people start to pile in, most of them I didn't care about or know. Sadly, I had to wait for them though and they decide to take their time to get to class. The longer they take, the further away home is. I would really love some waffles and chocolate ice cream right now. It's not a weird combo, I've had it at a restaurant before.

My step dad makes the best waffles. He's the chef of the house. Always making dinner and making sure we eat well, sometimes a good thing, sometimes not, but he makes my mum happy. We get along well though. I'm probably drooling now at the thought of those delicious waffles.

I snap back to Earth, five minutes - five minutes - and they're already making googly eyes. Oh, how I would love to make them look away from each other right now. Maybe make them go blind . . .

But I'm not a mean friend, just protective. Sometimes I just don't show it properly.

Class carries on, and my dream for waffles expands. At some point I texted Danny, my step dad, to make me waffles and be ready for a hungry teenger. He responded with 'chocolate ice cream on top' with a question mark. I didn't even have to answer, he knew it. The pros of having your own chef.

When the bell rang, students were collecting their belongings and standing up quicker then a cheetah could run. Our teacher yelled at us to remember our homework due in a couple of days.

I said farewell to Angel before making my way to the entrance and exit of the school and going to get my bike. My bike is my transport to getting places, my mum or step dad never had time in the morning to take me, so this is my way of getting to this hell they call school.

Before leaving, I see Angel and Dean waving each other goodbye with massive grins on their faces. Blimmin' hell, when are they going to get the balls to ask each other out.

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