. • . • . • . • . A small warning of abuse and mature language (cursing) . • . • . • . • .
If it looks like I'm not freaking out it's because I'm trying to not show it! I would only look at the clock, wanting this class to be over with now, and to just go home. I'm not thinking about my next classes or anything else, I already feel embarrassed about my whole existence. I hear Maddy making comments about how hot she thinks he is, and I'm not even sure if I consider him hot because he just had sex with my mother about seven hours ago or less?!... I also snatched his bill out of his hands not too long ago.
I suddenly stand up when I hear the bell rang dismissing us all from class... I run out before anyone else could get out first, and I don't even bother to wait for my friends as I just ignore them as they are calling my name. Still, I'm mentally punching myself over and over again. About how I can be so stupid. Why couldn't I let this one guy go and act like I didn't see him?! I shut my eyes with annoyance before I gasp watching all my stuff fall on the floor, I feel a small pain on my shoulder because of the person I just bumped into...
"Damn it." I groan with frustration, the dude then squats down to help me gather my stuff. I look at them, I frowning because it's the guy that bumped into me in the cafeteria earlier today, "I'm sorry." I mumble.
He looks shocked when he sees me, "No I am... again." He chuckled. I didn't seem to be amused, by I guess the little joke he said, I'm just still annoyed with myself. "I mean we should really stop meeting like this." He jokes again.
I rose an eyebrow, "Sorry." I say for no reason really. I understood his joke but at the same time, I'm not really in the mood for it.
His face expression turned serious, "Don't be sorry." He assures me, "What's the hurry?" He asked.
"Nothing." I say quickly, "I'm just headed home." I add.
"So that means you have an off right now?"
"Nope." I say popping the 'p'.
He frowns giving me a small nod, "What's your name?" He randomly asked.
I don't know why he needs my name, but I wasn't trying to be any ruder than I already am, "Atlas." I say plainly.
He smiles, "Caleb." He sticks out his hand for me to shake, but I decline.
Only to point behind him while I give him a tight smile, "I have to go." I stutter passing by him, "I'll see you around, Caleb."
I didn't give him a chance to answer me as I just leave. But, I slowly turn my head to look at him to see he's standing there staring back at me.
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Just as I turned the corner I didn't see him anymore so I look straight ahead and out the doors to leave the school, I run towards my car tossing all my belongings on the passenger seat. I wanted to know how it's even possible to pick my history teacher to sleep with... yes, she didn't know he'd my teacher. But all of this has gotten out of control now! Oh, my God, my teacher slept with my mom!? Honestly, I'm so shocked at this point.
