Our lives

N i n e t e e n

~ Katie ~

I was having a good day until I saw the posters. I didn't notice them at first, not really. I was walking through the already clustered school hallways, dodging paper airplanes and occasionally waving a quick hi to my friends as I walked to my locker.

"Hey, I think you dropped..." I trailed off as I picked up the colourful poster off the floor. Unless someone stalks Clarence and leaves posters about her on the floor, I doubt this belonged to anyone in particular.

"Hey, Kat, have you seen the posters?" A voice jeered from nearby, causing me to clench my hand around the poster, crumbling it.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I have" I hissed, turning abruptly on my heel to face Flynn, who was casually leaning on the locker near me.

"I'd think you'd find them pretty...trashy" He grinned, high fiving the other guys at his pun. A terrible pun, may I add.

Just because Clarence was in garbage container with bits of rubbish in her hair, her eyes were wide with surprise, and the quality of the poster itself was trashy didn't mean...

Okay, so maybe it was a good pun.

But it was not so good Flynn had messed with my friend, humiliating her in front of the whole school.

It was only her second day, damn it.

"Can I just say, Flynn, that bruise matches your complexion and your personality rather nicely." I said calmly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"How so?" One of his mates said rudely, casually cracking his knuckles. Surprisingly, Jason wasn't with them this morning. Hopefully, he got some kind of virus or even better, got ran over by a train.

Kidding. At least on the second part. The first, I'm still hoping.

I gulped down my fear and continued, smiling to hide the fear "It's ugly and dull. Like your personality. Though maybe-"

A loud slam of the locker door next to me being slammed shut cut me off.

"Would you like to continue?" Flynn said dangerously, looking down at me, dark eyes glinting.

Remind me God, what exactly are the perks of being short again?

"No?" I squeaked out, pressing my back against my locker door to avoid his bad breath.

That's right everybody, Flynn Hue, the most popular guy in school as bad breath.

I vaguely wondered if maybe that's why he went through girls so quickly; maybe his bad breath drove them away, before a stern voice rang through.

I didn't realise the stares and how quiet the hallway had become until Mr Flen's greasy voice rang out clearly, and loud. For the first time in my life, I was thankful of my principal.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

"Nothing, sir" I gulped, still fully aware of the minimal distance between Flynn and I.

"That's what she said," Flynn laughed, his head moving closer to mine.

"Detention!" Mr Flen barked, ripping out a small pink slip out of his notebook before slapping them down on our hands.

And there goes my gratitude for the principal.

"For what?" I gasped, shooting up, causing Flynn and I to collide heads, with him cussing under his breath.

"For one, bad language," He stated, glowering at Flynn "And for signs of affection in the hallway. This is a hallway Ms Jackson, not a club"