The Best Dream

This Ain't It

"He broke up with me! HE broke up with ME! Like who does he think he is?!"

"For christ sake, lower you voice! And you threw his bag off the balcony from the third floor! What did you possibly expect?" I whisper-yelled.

"It didn't have anything breakable in it so no harm done okay and he deserves it anyway cause he cheated on me!" she whisper-yelled back.

"No he didn't! He literally looked at a girl for two seconds."

"Two seconds too long," she sassed.

"And you wonder why he left you..."

"Hey! I said I was sorry afterwards!"

"No you didn't."

"No I didn't... But still! No one breaks up with me! I break up with them."

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

"Mazey shut up, I'm not getting detention because of you."

"UGH! Like who does he even think he is?!"

I face palmed.

"The teacher is right there."

"Doesn't he know who I am? He should be begging for me to give him the time of day."

"You were together for three days. You didn't even like him! You were only together cause of that dumb dare Janet gave you."

"That he made me lose! We were supposed to be an item for a week, he wimped out after three days. I swear he's so insensitive!"

I angrily tapped my pen on the desk and glared at the board.

"Seduce him if you care so much. What do you want me to tell you? But can you shut the hell up before the teacher call us-"

"MISS PETERS!"

I let out a breath and squeezed my eyes shut after hearing the teacher's voice boom across the room.

"out..."

I stood up and stiffly walked over to her desk.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

I swallowed hard as I stood before her desk. I entwined my fingers together, feeling the stickiness of my own palms. I dug my heel into the floor.

Just say something. Say anything. Open your mouth. Don't just stand there, open your mouth.

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

Why are you so stupid. You're ruining any chances of saving your GPA. Look at her. She's so mad. No way you can recover at this rate. Why can't you just talk?

The teacher sat there, arms folded, lips pursed. Her expressionless face was paired with a hard gaze.

You could hear a pin drop. No one moved, no one spoke, it was if time stood still.

"Ms. Peters," Ms. Duncan finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Y-yes miss?"

"Since you understand everything about the topic at hand, as made evident by your conduction of an assumable separate lesson whilst my class is still in session I might add, why don't you continue the lesson?"

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I have to talk? In front of EVERYONE? What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong? Do I even know what topic we're doing? Do I even know anything about English? I can barely speak in general, I gotta do it in front of an entire classroom? LITERATURE of all subjects? I can't do this? The eyes. They're watching they're always watching. What if I mess up? I'm gonna mess up. No, stop thinking about it, the more you think the more you're gonna scare yourself and the more you scare yourself the more you'll mess up. Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking, stop, stop, stop, no-