But You're My...

Project Slip Up

I enter my social studies class and read the board, 'partner project: timeline of any president: must be detailed: sources uncited is a immediate F' I start my draft, not caring if Jake was near me or not, he knew he's be getting credit. "Ms.Starr, I don't see your partner working on this with you" my teacher exclaims. Soon enough Jake was next to me, texting on his phone. I payed him no mind as I continued to draft my project. "Can you breath any louder?" I hear behind me, then someone starts breathing excessively loud. Then a binder is thrown across the room, and a fight breaks out. As the teacher struggles to evacuate the room, a chair trips me and I fall strait on my ass. Jake grabs my hand and pulls me up, I thank him as we exit the classroom.

Lunch time comes and Jake and I make eye contact before I go sit at the quiet table. Next thing I know. his tray clatters on the table next to me. "So may I ask why you ended up in detention?" He says bring to start a conversation. I look at him and continue eating. "Oh this again, what happens when you need another favor?" he smirks. Someone at the table shushes him for him, he scrunches up his face and flips them on. "Come on talk to me" He pleas and gets shushed again. He pulls a pencil out his pocket and scribbles on a napkin. 'if you won't talk then text?' and with that he slides his phone over, in other words asking for my number. "Why do you keep trying to talk to me? Im not your friend" I say an with that I dump my tray and leave the lunch room.

I get home and scream in my pillow. "I HATE PEOPLE I HATE PEOPLE I HATE THEM" Deizma comes over and licks my hot face. I look at Deizma and start ranting."Like we have nothing in common, I just do his work and all of a sudden his gives me a ride home and thinks he's my best friend. I don't get best friends, I don't want best friends. He won't leave me alone and its the most irritating thing ever-" I stop, hearing the door bell, I drool and run downstairs with my money, pizza has been served. I open the door and practically have bug eyes for the man holding my pizza, well not the man holding the pizza, the actual pizza its self. The pizza man drives off and something catches my eye, a familiar car in my drive way. There sits Jake, contemplating if he should get out the car. I stand there with my arms crossed, daring him to look at me. He grabs his gear shift and backs out of my driveway as he should. Fucking creep, I don't even know how long he's been out there.

I stay up for the rest of the night working on the project because I have nothing else to do. I want to finish it so I can spend the rest of the class sleeping. Maybe even watching to see if theres a new fight that breaks out. I study all night long about Lincoln and his assassinations, before starting the project, using the printer for pictures and neater text. Its 2 in the morning by the time I step back and look at my project, all thats left is to write the names and sources on the back. I admire the work and go get a drink from the kitchen. I walk in and see my mom getting penetrated by some man on our kitchen counter, they don't even stop as I come in and get my water. I returned to my workspace on the floor and bury myself into finding the sources to forget about what I just saw.

I wake up to my alarm, I had fallen asleep on the poster board. I quickly sit up and see for drool marks, my name had been smeared by my drool. I sigh and put my bag together before grabbing the poster and feeding my dog. Wearing whatever I fell asleep wearing I get on the bus with a pair of flip-flops. I turn in my work and my teacher looks at me weird like I have something on my face. I touch my face but its just a smooth surface.

Lunch time and my forehead is in my Mac n cheese, I could not be more tired for reasons I don't even know because I went to bed earlier then regular, at like 2 in the morning. "Well thats one way to get my attention" Jake sits next to me and laughs. I look at him confused "I haven't said shit to you" I almost spit back. "Your face says otherwise" He says, "Why does everyone keep saying shit about my face?" I ask angrily and pull out my phone to use the camera. There on my cheek and partially on my lips read it big read words "Jake". My whole face turns red, "shit I fell asleep on the project" I say out loud and to myself. I run to the bathroom, ignoring whatever Jake was saying. I used my shirt to wet and rub my face of the red writing, I look and its smeared and unreadable but still red as a tomato. I curse and rub harder, soon my cheek is only red from irritation and my green shirt is stained red on the bottom corner. I look in the mirror and see what a reck I look like. Im wearing my pajama shorts which are shorter than I would like to wear at school, my shirt is obviously messed up, my cheek is still red and my hair looks like I just got out bed. Saving myself some time I finger-comb my hair out and headed back to my class, groaning angrily.