I kept telling myself not to have a repeat of last week. But as the spit balls clogged up in my hair again and my shoulders began to twitch with the same irritation they had not that long ago I felt every sense in my body willing me to turn around and beat Ashton Irwin to a pulp.
“Calm down,” I heard Gray whisper in my ear from beside me, placing his hand on top of mine that had been resting on my lap and giving it a slight squeeze.
“He drives me insane,” I murmur flicking my hair away from my eyes with the end of my pen.
I always wonder about life. To get my mind of things, to entertain me, depress me, make me feel better. Ashtons constant spit balls had me in the state of contemplating life involuntarily. Is this really what life is? Sitting in class with a spoilt brat behind me, my best friend holding my hand, the loud echoing voices of teenagers swirling through the room while a man, who is being payed to be here, stays up the front of the room and swirls on his chair instead of taming the class.
“You know, maybe if you didn’t have such a big head the spit balls wouldn’t land in your hair.” Taylor chimes from diagonally behind me and in that moment I could practically smell the obnoxious, it radiates from her every pore.
“You know, maybe if you didn’t have such a big mouth cocks wouldn’t land in it all the time.” I say back mockingly earning a chocked laugh from both Gray and Ashton and full laughter from other boys who had heard it.
“Wow, where do you get your insults? A thrift store?” She desperately tried to redeem herself, scoffing at me like a child being told no more candy.
“Yeah, same place you get your clothes.” I smiled brightly earning a few ‘oooohhh’s from other class members.
“As a matter of fact, I only wear designer. Whereas you probably get your clothes from…” She chokes, I could almost see the clogs turning in her brain to think of the next word. “The internet,”
I roll my eyes at her lame comeback, she is making this all too easy for me it’s kind of sad. “Which is probably the same place you order your designer clothes from,”
“Oh shut the fuck up skank.”
“I’m surprised I understood that,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with yet another scoff.
“Normally all the pubes in your teeth muffle your words.”
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“Okay so…” Principle Ackerman sat in his desk sorting through the two page long report about mine and Taylor’s verbal fight. “Alison, well done these are hilarious,” he snickered as he reached the bottom of the report.
“Wow, I’m so glad this man is our principle.” Taylor said sarcastically rolling her eyes.
“Wow, I’m so glad I can suspend you for giving me attitude. Get the fuck out my office and go home.” He said emotionless gesturing with his finger to the door and Taylor walked out without another word, flicking her hair dramatically and she looked like an utter fuck wit.
“Now, Alison you have been in my office twice in the past week.” He started and I felt myself try and sink into the chair but unfortunately I could not. “Don’t let me see you here a third time or you will be suspended too. The only time you’re not now is because you made me laugh.
I let out a sigh, I wasn’t even aware I was holding in a breath but apparently I was and it was a big one at that. I nodded not really trusting myself to speak and slowly walked out of his office.
“Alison!” He barked just as I had gotten out the door and I froze, “Close the door you useless twit.”
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