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"I'm tired of getting bullied for shit I didn't do," Miles sighed as the spray paint had yet to be cleaned off of his locker, "but at least no new rumors have started. Looking at the bright side, right?"
Claudia shrugged, doing her best with a tissue and some hand sanitizer she had in her backpack to get the paint off. Her face was scrunched up in focus and frustration, but still," she responded, "I mean, it's still kind of ass that this all happened to begin with. What happened when you guys talked?"
"I broke up with him, officially," Miles spoke boldly, but Claudia looked at him with bewilderment to which he sighed and admitted, "And then I cried for hours and watched 10 Things I Hate About You because as you know --"
"Heath Ledger was your gay awakening, I know," the girl said with a laugh, sighing as she handed the tissue to Miles and tying her hair back before grabbing the tissue back and continuing her attempt. However, the bell rang which disrupted her venture. With a groan, she took the tissue and tossed it in the trash can, staring at the locker with displeasure. "Where the fuck is the janitor? Can she fix this? Ma'am?"
The boy just grabbed her arm and tugged them in the direction of their first class as he looked away from the monstrosity that was his locker. "It's fine, it'll get cleaned eventually, I'm sure. Let's just get to class and deal with everything later. By later, I mean never. This will go away as soon as some new Midtown drama comes up, I promise you. Worse things can happen to me. I mean, I could be, like, getting murdered or some shit."
"Just because it's not the worst thing to happen doesn't mean it's okay, Miles," Claudia argued back with a small sigh as she crossed her arms while they walked. "I don't know how you're not more pissed off about this."
"It's something I'm going to have to deal with my entire life, I might as well get used to it young."
"That is a shitty attitude to have, Miles, and you know it," the blonde sighed, a resigned look on her face as the two settled into their seats in their first class of the day. The teacher was preparing her lecture as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the class.
Clearing her throat, Miss Langford spoke, "Good morning, today we start the hundred year's war! Who's excited?" No one budged. A cheeky smile took over the teacher's face as she expected this. "Ah, you guys never fail to amuse me. All right, get out your notebooks, I want you to jot down what I tell you too, but writing everything will jumble up what will actually be on your tests and quizzes so please pay attention."
She moved to pull down the projector and suddenly, everything went into slow motion. Painted onto the projector in what was likely acrylic stolen from the art classrooms, were the sloppy words "Miles Hemming is a stalker!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Miles muttered as he let his head fall against the desk with a soft bang.
Miss Langford looked pissed as did Claudia as the blonde stood up and shouted at the classroom, "All right, whoever the fuck is torturing my best friend -- sorry, Miss Langford -- needs to cut that shit out right now before I start throwing hands --"
