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I sat in the most boring, life-draining, soul suckling class. Math. I really don't know why I need this. I know I'll never use it. Ever.
" Isaac, are you paying attention?" At the old mans words I snap my head up to the board. Uh...
"Can you tell us how to get the answer?" His pointer stick is stuck next to question 6. Jeez. We have to get to 34 before he lets us get our homework. 1 question for each kid in this dumb class. What did he ask again? To answer the question?
"I don't know how." I know some people would think something like that would affect my popularity- but I don't care. At all.
"Pay attention- you'll answer the next question." He calls on the next kid in line. Some smarty pants named Alec.
I don't like him. He's an ass.
"Issac- your turn." Ugh! Doesn't this guy give up?
"Don't know the answer Mr. Teacher." So you can say I'm a bit of a trouble maker.
"Issac answer the question or go to principles office!" I see little drops of spit spew from his mouth and land on my arm. Ew.
"I dunno. Is it 5?" What? I really don't care. I watch as he turns around fuming. Loser.
-40 minutes later-
"Issac!" I turn around only to feel my beautiful best friend jump and wrap his legs around my hips his arms obviously around my neck.
" Georgie!" I say the same volume as him. I feel him squeeze me to him in a tight hug. Usually he tries to avoid soft affection in the halls. Today must be a bad day.
I feel his lips move against my chest as he whispers what's wrong.
"Some kids were teasing me about my scar." I swear I will kill them. When Georgie was young he was in a bad car accident. His left arm got torn up pretty bad and left a big scar. He doesn't wear long sleeves to hide it- but he does get hurt when people tease him about it.
"I'll go beat them up. Who were they?" I ask gently rubbing his back. It makes me so mad when people tease him and bully him. If it's not about being short- it's about his scar. He doesn't know this but I've had the biggest crush on him since 6th grade. It's been 2 years and it's only gotten stronger. I think he likes me back but I don't want to risk it and ruin our 7 years of friendship.
"You can't but I'll tell you anyway. It was Skyler and Miles." He is still clinging to my chest arms and legs still wrapped around me. I like holding him. Even though I'm not the strongest- he is the lightest so it works out.
"I won't kill them. I pinky dinky promise." I whisper in his ear. He giggles and blushes at the use of our little joke. When we were younger we always said "pinky dinky promise" instead of the regular way. I finally notice that pretty much everyone is out if the halls.
"Come on. I love you, Georgie, but I'm hungry. Let's go to lunch." I go to put him down even though I don't want to. I look around us at all of our things scattered around the hallway from when we dropped them to hug each other. I pick up my binder and quickly check for all my stuff.
"I love you too, Issac."
We walk to our lockers to grab our lunches and go eat.
-3 hours later-
(Whats up Georgie? Feeling better) I quickly send a text as I get on my bus. We live in different neighborhoods so unfortunately, we can't ride the bus together.
(Nothing. You?)
(I'm good. I'm gonna get started on my homework. Text me if you need me or if you don't ;)) I can't believe I sent that. Oh my God. He's gonna know.
