The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, that is until lunch rolled around.....
"Hey tuba girl! Guess who's back!"
"Hello Mike" I said threw clenched teeth. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you a question." A question what the hell does he want to know about me. Should I even tell him the answer? "After class I came to the realization that I don't even know your name."
"Why so you can find out every little bit of information you possibly can. Isn't there a fraise 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'." I give him a look of pure annoyance.
"Lets just say you are going to be seeing a lot more of me, so I thought it would be nice to know your name. Or would you rather me call you tuba girl?"
"You call Jake tuba boy, and another thing we play the baritone not the tuba."
"Just tell me your name or I will find it out from someone else."
"Liz, hey there you ar- who's you're friend?" And the award for the worst timing ever goes to Melanie Fisher, my best friend.
"Have I ever told you that you have the worst timing ever." I said to Mel.
"At least 100 times, and I will never learn no matter how many times you tell me."
"Goodbye, Liz." He turned away with a grin plastered to his face.
"Are you going to tell me who that is or am I going to have to guess." Mel said with a questioning face.
As I watched him go I answered "just a boy from band."
Later that day I finally realized what he meant by 'you will be seeing a lot more of me' when I entered my fourth and final class for the day there he was sitting in a chair waiting for me. He had a huge grin on his face and was as smug as can be. Thats when I realized that I had this class every day for the rest of the year.
Every morning he was there and every afternoon he was there. He was like a ghost haunting me always there even when you least expect it. During class I'm fine, he stays in his seat and I stay in mine. Though when the teacher isn't teaching which, happens pretty often, he just appears out of no where to do nothing but annoy me. Like his sole purpose in life is just to annoy me and only me.
"Hey Liz" he also always had his posy with him to where ever he went the posy followed. "What'cha doin" and before I can even react he snatches my english homework away from me. Usually this really wouldn't bother me but this one was a story all about me.
He decided to start reading it out loud throwing out more comments than essay. "Horses, you like horseback rinding" I keep trying to rip my paper out of his hands but it's no use, he's to tall. "When I ride I feel free, when I ride I can do anything-sapiest line ever."
"Oh, like you could right anything better" by now we have collected a lot of attention from our fellow students and the teacher, Mr. Collins.
"Unless you'd like detention Mike, I suggest you give Liz back her essay."
In the most irritating way ever he finally gave me back my paper, crumpled, ripped, ruined. Just great, what else could possibly go wrong today. I spoke to soon.
"Alright guys you know the drill we're changing seats, so grab your stuff and head over yonder" said Mr.Collins, he's a history teacher and is always using older language. This is the third time we are changing so far this year and we are already through half of the first semester. It hasn't been to bad because I have been on one side of the room while him the other.
As Mr. Collins kept placing kids the numbers of kids standing started to dwindle down, and who was still standing but Mike. As i did a quick check around the room I noticed that there was two four seaters open and the island for two. All the way in a back corner were three seats stuck together that always held two kids.
"Elizabeth, you will be sitting at the Island with Michael."
That's it my life is ruined, I might as well just go dig my grave now and save someone the trouble.
"You and I are going to be having a lot of fun sitting back here all alone."
"What do you mean by fun?"I asked curiously.
"I mean, that back here I can annoy you all I want and never get in trouble. Speaking of which I love this assignment you wrote for french. Tres Interestant!"
I quickly turned around to see him flipping through my french folder. I quickly rip it out of his hands and shove it into my backpack. He starts laughing, let the fun begin.
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