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Two

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Ashton sat down in his assigned seat right next to me, I couldn't help but look up at him to admire his beautiful features. He had these deep dimples whenever he smirked at someone or himself, he also had this cute pointy nose that I want to boop. I know I could never do that, he hates me and thinks I'm a freak, but then again so does everyone else. The freak that sits in the library most of her day, I've come to get used to that name now.

"Okay class did you finish your essays I assigned on Friday? Well I hope you did because report cards come next week and I don't want any of you guys failing because I care about you." Mr. Jeffries said sternly.

"Bull fucking shit." Ashton spat, which made the whole classroom look at him in shock, along with myself.
Mr. Jeffries turns around from the board to look at Ashton, he looks like a scared kitten right when he makes eye contact with the hazel-eyed boy. "What?" Mr. Jeffries choked out.

"I said bull fucking shit, don't you have ears?" He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"I-I heard what you sai-" Mr. Jeffries started to speak.

"You don't have to lie Mr. Jeffries." Ashton interrupted standing up from his seat. "We all know that the reason you teach is to boss us around and mess with our heads, I mean duh." He rolled his eyes.

"N-no that's not tr-" Mr. Jeffries spoke.

"And all you care about is the paycheck you get every month, you never care about us. What would you do if I came up to you and punched you right in the face? You would do nothing sir. Why? Because I know you're scared of me. And you're not supposed to be fucking scared of me." He points towards my direction. "See that freak over there? What would you do if I got a knife and slit her throat?"

Mr. Jeffries was speechless, he look like he was going to wet his trousers.

"That's right, you would do nothing. Absolutely nothing." He spat. "Now excuse me." He heads out the door, not another word coming from his mouth.
After that episode, our teacher excused us from class for the rest of the block while he leaves the classroom, probably going to the nurse before he has a panic attack.

Way to scare a poor young teacher.

Something is very odd about that boy, and for some reason...it's making me want to figure him out even more.

I started walking down the hallway and started thought about what just happened in that classroom. Why did he point towards me? Does he hate me that fucking much that he would want to slit my throat? Is he a fucking murderer? No, Daisy, stop watching American Horror Story and think.

I'm really confused, but why am I wasting my time thinking about this? I could be in the library right now reading about Alexander Hamilton and go to the DVD section to watch documentaries about whales.

So I head to the library, opening the door and sat myself and my 400 pound book bag on the floor in the history aisle and started reading.

After I finished my third book about George Washington, I climbed up the stool and reached up to grab another book. Maybe I should read about Christopher Columbus?...I've heard about him in elementary school but never got the chance to actually read about him and his story.

I look through the "C" section to find a book about that famous man when my foot stepped on the stool wrong.

Shit.

my whole body plummeted backwards bringing about 20 books with me. I fall to the ground on my foot sending a sharp pain throughout my body.

"Ow, Shit." I curse, trying to get up on my feet again. I bring myself onto my foot and once again the pain shoots through my body causing me to yelp. I hop on my good foot to try and pick up the books that have fallen but I lose my balance and fall over, today has possibly been the worst day of my life.