light shines through the window hitting my eyes harshly. "wakey, wakey, casey!" gabbys baby voice shakes me awake.
"what the hell do you want?" i groan, covering my eyes with my arms. "it's morning, and you have school today!" she says perkily.
"why, why would you do this to me? why would you separate me from my one true love, sleep?" i groggily complain.
"let's just say, pay back's a bitch!" she slams the door shut. "fuck you!" i yell before untangling myself from my blankets.
"no thanks!" she calls back from the other room.
later
i learned that arithmetic was my first class and sat down again at the same seat from yesterday.
i immediately spotted a kid who sat a few rows in front of me masturbating with earplugs in. curiosity got the better of me and i slyly crawl up behind him- getting weird looks from others- ripping the headphones out of the ipod. whitney houston's i will always love you was playing to the highest volume. the headphones fall to the floor.
everyone looked at him- except michael who wasn't there- and started to snicker. i cover my mouth, trying to hold in my laughter. the black curly headed teacher turns around to see the boy with his hands in his pants.
then, i take my hands off. "so this is what you were jacking off to." and everyone went crazy laughing at him. he quickly grabs his ipod and presses pause and looks up at me like someone who just killed a puppy.
"hemmings, antonio, you both have detention."
out of nowhere, michael runs into the classroom out of breath.
"ah, mr. clifford, i see you have decided to show up today." mr. stein said.
"sorry, what did i miss?" he asked. "not much," i said out load.
"clifford, you will be joining the lovely two in detention."
i let one chuckle slip. and then michael walked back to where he sat beside me yesterday, a bit confused.
classic middle school humor.
