Oh My God (SebaCiel)

Send Help.

    Five minutes. That's it. It's only been five minutes since the last class of the day started.

    You have got to be kidding me. It feels like I've been in here for a century and a half at least. Is this even legal? It can't be, right? Does tax money really go towards this?

    I've spent the last seven hours of this ugly ass Monday thinking about him and his stupid face. There's something wrong with me. I haven't wanted to be anyone's friend for years and now being all his is the only thing on my mind.

    For fuck's sake, he doesn't even know my name. Before today, I'd be surprised if he even knew I existed.

    I sighed for the hundredth time today as I tried to listen to whatever that middle-aged man upfront was trying to teach us. I looked around to see every other idiot either staring at a wall or down at their crotch, hopefully, texting their bitches. Of course, there were also the brave few who said 'fuck it' and decided seventh period was a 'now or never' opportunity to take a nap.

    I wonder what he's doing.

    No, the fuck I do not.

    But maybe... UGHHHH!!!  Get out of my head, you attractive motherfucker.

    I think I might just start crying. Just as I start to feel the burn forming on my beautiful eyes, the Bell finally fucking rings and now I'm crying for an entirely different reason. I jump up from my seat like it was a trampoline and feel as my ass knocks over the chair it had been planted on for the longest forty-five minutes of its awful life.

    I can practically feel Mr. Sutcliff's disgusting voice trying to penetrate through my ears and into my brain, but it's no use, it's 3:45 and he can, officially, fuck off.

   I'm just about to reach the doors leading to freedom when I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder stopping me, practically yanking me back. Damn, that kind of feels nice. If I wasn't so ready to curse the son of a bitch out, I might've tried to get their number.

     I turn around, five seconds away from giving them a piece of my peni- I mean mind when I lock eyes with the most gorgeous set of ruby orbs God has ever made. His gorgeous ruby orbs. God, send help.

"S-Sebastian."

"Hey, princess. I missed you."

     Haha. I must actually be dreaming right now. Because this beautiful man must really, honestly, and truly think that I'll fall for his bullshit.

"Well, I didn't miss you, so move your hand before I break it, thanks."

     Shit. I'm lying right through my teeth. Break his hand, seriously? Be real, Ciel. Although he could break me if he really wanted to.

"Wow. And here I was hoping that maybe you were thinking about me all day, like how I was thinking about you."

      Oh my god. Why is he making that face, as if he really-

"So, um. Yeah, nevermind and sorry about that, I-I'll see you around, yeah. Bye."

      What the fuck was that? Was I actually wrong? No, that can't be. Whatever, maybe one of his friends dared him to do it. Yeah, definitely.

       I was still standing there, in the same spot, rethinking my life decisions, like I always do, as well as loathing in self-pity, when I felt vibrations coming from ass.

       I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, hoping it was my death call, but, long behold, it was Alois. I pushed the phone against my ear and waited for his voice to burst my eardrums.

     Except, it never came. Confused, I checked the caller ID once more, thinking I might've been pranked. But, without a doubt, it was him, "DickSucker69".

"Alois?"

        Nothing. Now, I was starting to get worried.

"Alois! What's wrong, do you-"

"A-Ah, oh my g-gOD! F-Fuck, Claude...Don't stop! Please k-keep going or I'll-"

        I hung up faster than when I had gotten up from my chair not even five minutes ago. I sighed, again, as I realized I would be walking home today. Although, if possible, maybe I'll avoid the whole damn neighborhood. You know, only if possible.

        During the last decade, I've made, maybe, one friend? Yeah, one. My trusty ass headphones. I took those shits out and browsed through my music for the perfect playlist. What I was not about to do was willingly spend an hour outside, as the sun got ready to fuck the grass, listening to the fucking air move.

       Okay, so maybe I was a little mad. You would be too if your so-called Best Friend left you stranded at Hell High so he could get a quickie from some creep he met on Craigslist.

       But, again, whatever. I plugged my ears with trash, otherwise referred to as 'Kpop'.

" I wannabE mE mE meee. I dOn't wANNAbe someBODY, just wannabE mE mE mE..."

       Fuck. This song always gets me in my feels. Especially when I remember the look the nurse at the hospital gave me when I told her I dislocated my shoulder because of this sick beat. Confessing that to a hot girl in her twenties? Humiliating. Sure, I was ashamed, but did I get over it? Fuck, yes.

       Oh shit.  Oh shit. OH, FUCKING SHIT.

"DoN'T KNoW WHat To DO!  I DoN'T KNoW WHat To DO WITHout... Y-"

"What the fuck?"

        I screamed as I came in contact with some wall that wasn't there five fucking seconds ago. Now I'm sitting on the cold concrete and my nose just might be bleeding, aha ha ha. My day just keeps getting worse huh.

        I angrily yanked my baby from my ears as I swung my bag to the front, whispering every curse word that I had ever heard starting from the first grade.

"Hey, are you okay?"

       I was just about to scream again when I felt a warm hand press against my mouth. When I saw who it belonged to I honestly wished he had used his mouth instead, but hey, this works too.     

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Muah