Elliot and Shay

I'm innocent I swear

It all started on a normal, yes just a normal, Monday. Everybody hates Mondays, don't give me that posisitve "WOO ITS SCHOOL TIME" crap. Me, slightly annoyed and tempremental from my lack of sleep, got up and swore when I saw the time.

Told you, just a normal Monday.

"Shit, shit, shit..." I muttered as I squeezeed into my uniform, a sweet delicacy from my FBI training school. I let out a frightened yelp as I looked at the mirror. A giant mountain of a zit was staring me in the eye.

Pimples are honestly one of the scariest beings I have ever encountered, you can't pop 'em because you will anger them and they will turn bright red out of their short anger problems. You can't roundhouse kick them in the nuts or punch them in jaw unfortunately either because they put up quite a good fight. The only option is trying to cover them as best as possible with concelear which at this moment I could not find. Pimples are monsters.

Brrrring Brriiing. My phone vibrated and I lunged for it;

From: Avery

To: Elliot

5 MINUTES TOPS, NOTHING MORE OR YOU'RE DEAD MEAT.

sent at 7:50

I combed my mess of red hair, put on some winged eyeliner, and rushed the hell out of my house.

7:52

My legs ran as fast as they ever could, I huffed and puffed until I saw the dark outline of my drastically ugly looking school. Thank the lord I live one street over from this Dracula's Palace.

7:54

Dan France winked at me as I rushed into the school with speed I thought I could never ever experience. I stopped and gasped. DAN FRANCE WINKED AT ME. Dan France winked at me. I repeated this to myseld in hopes that I wasn't hallucinating. Dan France was the bad boy at our school. Bad in terms of the way he rode his motorbike to schooll (you heard correctly) and a pretty amazing record for the number of girls he slept with. The good, pretty spectacular, part of him was his looks. HOLY CRAP, his blue eyes and his black hair which fell over his eyes in a super hot emo kind of way. DAN FRANCE WINKED AT ME. Was there something else on my mind?

Oh, no.

7:55

I looked to my right and saw Avery talking to Mr. Steinharte, my kick boxing and calculus teacher. Bless her soul. I quickly snuck into class luckily without being seen. I was greeting by a chorus of "hell yeah!" and "nice job". I found my seat and sat my butt down right when Mr. Steinharte and Avery walked in. Avery quickly slid into the seat beside me.

Mr. Steinharte started calling out attendance and when he got to my name, I let out a strong loud "IM HERE".

He looked up in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. When you think of teachers, you mostly get an idea of old guys with glasses and graying hair. Mr. Steinharte was the complete opposite, being the kickboxing and calculus teacher. He was in his early twenties and had rippling muscles outlining his shirt. Girls were in awe with him and boys wanted to be him. Too bad he was strict and downright scary.

"That's a surprise, for once you are actually here on time. I was starting to think I would need to give you a detention."

I gave a weak nod and smiled at him. He cleared his throat and gained the attention of the class. "Today we are going to learn how to capture a kick in the air and flip them down. This is used in defense and is very important in fighting. To start the move, you need to carefully analyze the opponents previous moves" Mr. Steinharte's deep voice echoed throughout the room.

"To make up for your always late timings, Elliot why don't you come forward and help me." "It's Elli", I muttered grumpily.

"Fight me."

"What????"

"Stop being a foolish wimp, kick me."

Being the completely doofus person I was, I agreed and my foot went flying to his face. When you see a giant man with muscles and a complete terrifying face coming at you, your reactions would be normally scream for help and cringe at the pain coming forth at you. He grabbed my leg and pushed me to the ground.

The classroom burst into giggles and snickers (not the candy, if the class burst into snickers I would be the happiest person on the planet). Unfortunately, this was school and the probability of that occuring was 0%. 

"Any questions? I want you to each find a partner and practice it out". My leg was in searing pain and my face was tomato red. I unhappily nor gracefully got up and wobbled over to Avery. "I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM SO MUCH I CAN PUNCH AND PUNCH HIM AND BREAK HIS NUTS", I scream whispered to her. She rolled her eyes and started cracking up. "You should be thankful for my wonderfully fantastic distracting methods" she whispered back at me.

Avery Quinn was a rainbow inside of a nutshell. She had wonderful long blonde hair and wide searching moss colored eyes which could make any boy plead to be with her. The only problem lacking from her other perfection, was that she was determined and hard driven yet she was one of the laziest people I know. Therefore, she was under constant stress. At the moment, she had her head into the idea that she wanted to be a world famous engineer despite the fact that she hated science. The only person who could keep her in tow was her boyfriend, Marc Eukorphic (I really don't know how he stands her that much). Their lovey-dovey googly eyes made me want to throw up.

I hate boys.

Actually I don't. Dan France is pretty good looking. 

Maybe I do. 

They're infuriating. 

At that moment, the bell went off and all the students rushed off towards the rest of their day. I stomped towards my locker, still mad about this morning. Avery rushed towards my side while chattering about whatever was on her mind at the moment.

"Well...so...today I was talking to Marc about you know..us. Guess what he said? He LOVES ME. He said, I quote, "I love you". That means HE LOVES ME. Loooove. It is such a FANTASTIC word" Avery went off beside me. I scoffed inconsideribally, trying to block her out in the process. "You'll know how I feel one day Elliot", Avery proceeded to pat my back hoping to instill some hope in me, and ran off somewhere. The rest of the day carried on to be a series of muttering, bruises on my body thanks to Spy Class 101, and almost deaf ears because of Gun Training II.