Drowning

Chapter 6: Angel's a Gay Smurf

R A I N E

English has always been my favourite subject, and it always will be. The fact that Aidan's seat happens to be next to mine is just a bonus.

"Pssst!"

Today we have a substitute teacher, so no one is really paying attention to what he's droning on about except for those who sit in the front row because they have no other choice since Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Was is watching them like a hawk.

"Pssst!"

Lucky for me, I sit at the back with Angel in front of me and Malia beside her. The surrounding desks are dominated by Aidan and his two best friends, Cole and Mason, which I don't mind. Obviously. Who wouldn't want to stare at those masterpieces? And I have a perfect view, too!

"Pssst psst psssst!"

Oh, man. I could stare at them for the rest of my life if that was an option. But unfortunately, due to my annoying friend Angelina, that idea goes down the drain because-

"PSSSSST!"

Because that.

My eyes leave the beautiful view of the side of Aidan's face and snap to Angel's grinning one.

"Do you have a pen?" She asks, rocking her chair in my direction.

I raise a brow at her, knowing very well that she has a case full of at least fifty pens of her own on her desk. Nevertheless, I rummage through my own case to pull out my cheapest pen since she's probably going to do something stupid and hand it over to her. Plus, the ink is bound to spill.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, cracking a grin at the mischievous look on her face.

"Watch," Angel turns back around and holds the pen on her desk like she is about to flick it across the room, but instead she aims for the back of the substitute's bald head.

Malia throws a skeptical glance over her shoulder at me, but I just shrug in response and avert my attention back over to Angel. The substitute walks by Aidan and his friends slowly, and that's when Angel flicks the pen.

Of course, nothing ever goes to plan. So when the pen misses the teacher and hit Cole's eye instead, both he and Angel start cursing.

"What the hell? Shit, my eye! My eye is bleeding!"

"Blood isn't blue, dumbass," Mason scoops up the pen from the ground and flicks it back at Angel, but it only hits her cheek. She winces and rubs her now ink-covered skin, smearing the blue colour all over her cheek without even realizing it.

Malia and I try to stifle our laughs when she shoots me a glare at the same time she throws a packet of tissues at Mal, but that only triggers the laughter to grow louder.

"How did he even know it was me?!" Angel exclaims, pulling her hood up to cover her face.

"Mason is the quiet guy, dude," I say, cringing at the sight of Cole's inked eye. "and quiet guys see everything."

"My eye! I can't see! I'm going to be blind!" Cole continues to shriek and jump in his seat.

"Cole, you're not going blind. Just open your eye and wash it out." Aidan groans, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"What on earth is going on here?!" The teacher gasps at the commotion that surrounds us.

Really, man? You're only noticing this now?

"Now I'm going to look like my cat. Mom hates my cat! Who did this to me?!" Cole's screeching causes the whole classroom to burst into chaos as he continues to knock things over on desks.