The Need To Exist ☢︎ YUNGBLUD

Three

I didn't talk to him for the whole week after that. He didn't talk to me either. He didn't get busted.
It felt like every time I saw him he was teasing me, knowing that I'm his ally.

The office called me and asked what I was doing, I told them that I wasn't messing with the original artwork and I was cleaning off the area around it. They didn't take that joke too lightly, and the principal demanded that it be cleaned off.

I'm not snitching on pink streak boy so I didn't tell them who it was but I have no idea how they didn't see us running down the halls on campus or didn't see him paint it either.

I guess he did something to the cameras, which doesn't make sense if they knew I was scrubbing at the bottom. There was another teacher in the office though so maybe they just saw me and thought I'm the one who did it.

The cameras are now back and working though, the principal and vice being quite pissed off that it cuts off right before he paints it and comes back right when all the students were crowding it. He's a genius, and I want in on whatever the hell he is doing.

The principal threatened that if he finds out that I know more that I claim I do that I'm done on the cheer team. Little does he know, he'd be doing me a favor and ruining the school's reputation.

A month into school and I'm already known for more than being on the team. I've heard plenty of people mumble as they walk past me because they think I'm ruining what I worked on but it's nice to know that they're giving me the credit I deserve.

Kim had plenty of comments about how I don't need to be fucking around like that because this is the last year and there's college to think about and so forth and so on. Maybe I don't wanna go to college though, maybe I wanna do something else.

She thinks that pink streak boy is trouble and she doesn't even know that he's the one who painted it but she assumes, as confirmed by her own mouth. I gave her a look and a talk about how she just can't assume, trying not to giggle the whole time as I know it's him.

I catch his gaze across class sometimes and I can't figure out if I want him to leave me alone or if I want him to continue to do stupid things so I can cover for him and get my adrenaline bumping.

He had my back with the cameras and I kinda had his with the initials even though he didn't really care. His initials are D and H, and I still have no idea what his actual name is. I have a couple guesses but I know he's not from America because of his thick ass accent, and I assume it's somewhere in the UK.

The teachers never call roll and I've never heard his name which makes me angry because I want to talk to him and grow my confidence.

"Miss Garner, would you like to tell the class what you're thinking about?" I'm pulled from my thoughts after my dick of a biology teacher speaks up. I can feel Kim roll her eyes beside me and I look at pink streak boy as he looks back at me, a smirk on his face.

"No, I'm sorry." I say, and he rolls his eyes as he turns around. I look to the boy and see him continue to look at me for a couple of seconds before turning around back to the front of the class.

"What the hell was that MJ?" Kim whispers, leaning closer to me. I look at Dax from across the side of the room and he mocks the teacher as he holds up his hand, making it open and close like it's a mouth.

I giggle, turning back to Kim. "Nothing. Be like Dax," I say as I point over to him. We both look at him and he's still doing it, quickly turning around after he realizes Kim is looking too. She rolls her eyes. "Make a joke out of it." I laugh again.

The bell rings without any more words from Kim and we head to second block, where Dax departs from us and also the pink streak boy. We meet again in third block though, partially our study hall and partially class.