Kyle’s P.O.V.
Um, wow. What's her problem? I didn't even do anything to her yet. I don't think I deserve to be ditched like that. And since when to girls reject me? I reject them. Forget her; she's just some lame nerd girl. A rude lame nerd girl at that. Plus, she wasn't even all that hot. Whatever. I gotta get to class anyway.
My first period is English, which I already know I'm going to hate. Why do I need to take an English class, anyway? I already speak English, stupid. I hear the teacher is a real jerk and hates kids, too, like wtf??? If you hate kids, why did you pick a job that revolves around kids? Personally I don't want kids, ever. They seem like such a handful and they're all whiny and smelly and just too much effort for me.
"Alright, class. Get settled down, now. Find a seat. Any seat will do as long as you're not sitting by anyone that's going to cause trouble," the teacher lady said. I looked around and noticed that my bros had me a seat saved right in the middle of them in the last row. I went back there to sit down and sitting right there in the seat in front of me was Beth Frevert, who looked up at me with hatred in her face. If looks could kill, I would be dismembered and in a dumpster.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my number one fan," I laughed to her. Beth's face turned bright red and she looked down at her phone.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing," I shrugged innocently. "Just saying hi. It looks like we're going to be sitting next to each other." Beth glanced around the room, I assume it was to look for an empty desk somewhere.
Why does she hate me? I mean it's not like I slapped her grandma or something.
There's no other open seat in the room so she couldn't move if she wanted to. Beth sighed and threw her head back in exasperation. I winked at her and sat down. The first day of class is always so stupid. Literally, no teacher ever does anything except pass out a syllabus and go over rules. Honestly, I don't see a point.
"Dude, I hear the teacher is a real tight ass," Tyler says to me.
"Yeah, I heard that too," Connor agrees, nodding.
"Okay class, as some of you may know, I'm Mrs. Foster. I'll be teaching your English III class," Mrs. Foster said in a monotonous tone, as if she were already ready to be done with this school day. "We're going to start off today by writing a 2 page essay all about yourself." The class groaned collectively.
"We have literally done this every year!" Tyler complained a little too loud.
"Well tough turkey turds," she rolled her eyes. "You'll be doing it yet another year." The class giggled because who the hell says tough turkey turds like wtf. The teacher continues to blabber on about the assignment.
Holy shit. Does she ever even need to gasp for air? Wow. I have literally never been more bored in my entire life. Kill me please. But ya know what'd be fun? Trying to make tiny paper wads into the centre of Beth's bun.
I start ripping tiny fragments of paper and wad them up carefully. My bros notice what I'm doing and start giggling, which makes Beth turn around.
"I don't know what you're doing but stop. Some of us would like to concentrate," she snapped in a whisper.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Foster said. "Am I interrupting your conversation?" We shook our heads no and she continued.
Beth's kinda cute when she's mad... Wait, no. Why would I even think that? She's just a stupid nerd girl. I'm so out of her league, not that it matters.It would if I liked her, but I don't. I don't like nerd girls. What is this? Some sappy nerd girl love novella? Absolutely not.
