Bad Bad Boy

BadBad Boy ~12

So this potion is worth your 25 minutes?

I walk into the history class confidently, a smile to my lips -shocker, i know- on tuesday.

I dont know if i should like the idea of a douche giving me something to smile about in school. Even though that something is only a desk.

Yesterday after the Heath boy pushed me off my own seat everybody turned and looked at me for about 5 minutes as i lay there not so ladylike. You know i dont give a shįt but this doesnt give the right to the Heath boy to put me down. Yes, double meaning.

Today in the literature class, ill return the favor though. Thats why im smiling.

Im gonna go at any lengths like holding my pee in til the end of school if necessary.

"Hey guys!" I greet the boys forming a crowd around my desk, then i add looking at Colin. "And Colin.." I smile at him innocently but he's too focused to raise his head because he's arm wrestling with this other boy called i-dont-know-his-name.

"Hey to you too man.." He teases back as he gives his hand a push, bringing himself closer to winning.

Why dont we change that?

I pull my hand off the strap on my bag and put it on their hands, pulling toward me which is the direction that'll make the other boy win. Colin instantly starts protesting but doesnt let go because of his big manly ego.

It must be a bigger ego bruiser to be hampered by a tiny little fragile girl.

Ok, im no fragile but im still a girl.

"Hey! Thats not fair!" He whines, his eyebrows brought together.

"The world's not fair, Colin.." I tilt my head sideways for a moment, eyebrows raised to show him it has to be this way.

Im always on the side of losers.

Everybody watching the show cheers. I guess they were fed up of Colin winning all the time. Your time is over Colin.

"Stop it! My arm's stronger than your both arms together but Im gonna lose eventually!" Colin whimpers in agony like he's in phisical pain. And it all makes this more fun.

"Ohhh! Sorry! I didnt realize that!" I clap my other hand over my mouth dramatically, pulling their hands more forcefully. I can see his blood boiling as everybody else is laughing.

He finally drops the aggrieved boy act and puts his other hand in the action, too. I put my hand thats on my mouth on their hands and this.. includes too many hands.

It soon turns into a fight where i pull toward me and Colin pulls the other way. And im not about to win, let me tell you.

He gets to his feet too, leaning in toward me, trying to intimidate me with his eyes on mine.

Well, i can safely say he's doing a great job at failing.

Our heads are almost touching now as our eyes fight, too.

"Mmh, guys... My hand hurts.."

I make out that its the other boy talking. Forgetting him is as qucik as making out his voice among all the other voices that either cheer or curse. You have no idea how creative this generation can be.

Guess, boys who were cheering me before felt like they should support their gender since this accelerated into something else.

"It hurts!"

The other boy whose hand im touching for the last three minutes without even knowing his name finally has had enough and yanks his hand out of the mixture of hands.