Bad Bad Boy

BaBad Boy ~ 11

You definitely dont expect him to hurt your butt.

If it didnt feel like me pee bag -aka bladder- was gonna explode i would run like im fvckin in the diamond league toward the next and also last class which is economics.

You can guess why id run even though i normally am a fan of running as much as a gay is a fan of pu$$ies.

For starters, let me explain.. There is this intimidating douche trying to steal my seat from me. As if there arent any seats left for him, he claims mine as his. Well, he can claim all the way he wants. For example, I claim sleeping is my life goal, but i still wake up in the mornings. No one can get everything they want. Especially if that thing belongs to someone else, me in this case.

So, i pee my drink at lunch out and exit the bathroom as quick as possible and do the impossible, run.

The air rumples my hair as i get past the students nearby, giving me looks like they're watching a lunatic run around, and i give them half a fvck. Half a fvck because i bother to notice their looks.

I know im late but hope is never something to give up on -im an optimistic-, so i do my best and reach the class, my mouth hung open as i try to fill my lungs with oxygen.

I put my hand on the door frame and wait for my frantic heartbeat to calm for a sec. Then, i straighten and strutter into the class like i just won the lottery. I have no intentions to show them i just died because i put my leg in front of the other more quickly.

My eyes flicker to the back, to where i always sit immediatelly.

My heart drops. I swear i heard the thud.

Of fvckin course, he's there. I pull my lips inside my mouth, cursing at my bodily needs. Why did i have to pee?

If it wasnt for peeing and my poor running abilities i would be here before him.. oh.. and the teacher..

She is already in the class, looking at me in amusement and confusion since i just dashed into the classrom and have not uttered a word, just looked at the back murderously.

"Can i come in?" I mutter out of gritted teeth. I should just tape my mouth because im afraid im gonna let some curse out. I just had trouble turning 'fuck him' to 'can i come in?'.

"Of course, take your seat sweetheart." She says, a smile to her lips.

What kind of a teacher calls students sweetheart? Are we in kindergarden or something?

I decide against the idea of giving her a sarcastic answer like 'aw, thank you honey, so nice of you to let me in even though im late.' and stride toward the back of the class, my eyes fixed on non other than the Heath boy.

I swear he's snickering inside. I never see an emotion on his face but i just know that he's snickering even though he's not even looking at me.

Guess where he's looking at.

Out of the fvkin windows.

"Whats so fvkin interesting out there, Heath boy?" I spit quietly for teacher not to hear as i search for a desk to pull beside him and sit. I have to suck it up and sit beside him for this class.

"Not you." He snaps almost instantly, surprising me. I didnt think he would even acknowledge my words at all.

"Im not out there. Im here."

I look around the classroom for a free chair, feeling ive been on my feet for way too long and teacher's gonna ask why im not seated. I cant seem to spot one.

"You may as well be there, no difference to me. You interest me as much as the desk thrown in the trash." He whispers and makes me look out as well, my eyes narrowed. I see what he's talking about. There is a chair and a desk thrown inside the trash.