the teachers mouth flew open. "alright then. casey, you may be seated."
i smirk and walk back to my desk, slightly swaying my hips for any boys watching. throughout the class period, mr. stein goes on and on to the class about some kid who chose to be little late to school.
a little bored, i tap my pen against my arithmetic book, staring right at the board.
"that's really fucking annoying." a voice whispers from my right. "then i would suggest headphones." i whisper back, smirking. turning my head, i see a boy in a def leppard shirt and bright dyed red hair.
"feisty. i like it. i'm michael." he says, leaning a little over to me. "and i'm- out of your league." i dead pan.
"ouch." he laughs. "how's that?"
"i'm too punk for you."
"you think you're so punk?" he questions, raising his eyebrows. "i fucked half the cheerleading team-"
before he could get to finish, the bell rang, causing mr. stein to shut up and michael as well. all the kids rush toward the door, eager to get to their next class before they are late.
michael and i both stand, gathering our stuff. "one, the answer to your question is yes. and two, i fucked the french teacher before school started."
