Fake It Until You Make It

Hospital Trips Bitchy Nurses and Forced Kisses

I closed my locker and turned around, just to find my best friend Jarrod standing there with a dumb grin on his face.

"I have a date tonight with someone." He said his grin deepening making me uncomfortable.

"Yeah who?" I said not even trying to feign interest. We began down the hallway getting smiles from different random girls like always.

"Tori Simmons!" He said getting a weird look in his eye as he blatantly day dreamed looking off into space.

"Cool dude. Whose that?" I asked, we had this same conversation every week, but this time it seemed different. He seemed happier.

"This amazing girl from chemistry." He said smiling to himself. Wow she must be great to have Jarrod acting like this.

"That's great dude, are you actually going to stick with this one?" I asked making him roll his eyes.

A girl then ran up to us looking nervous. She was fairly short and she had big brown eyes that made the rest of her features seem small. It was a little unnerving.

"I had fun Saturday, I was hoping we could see each other again." She said with a small voice looking up at me as if trying to be seductive, but just coming off as creepy. Jarrod gave me a look that told me I was a complete ass.

"Um I had fun to, but I don't think you are my type." I replied trying to look apologetic. Truth is I hate this, especially when girls cry, that was the worst part, but honestly it's the girls fault they should know better. I have a reputation that they should know about.

"Oh okay." She said pouting her lip out before scurrying back to her group of friends who were shooting me dirty looks.

"You're an ass." Jarrod said chuckling to himself before waving me goodbye and heading to his next class. I walked into the door across from it which was my class.

I sat in my usual spot where the teacher assigned for the kids she deemed delinquents. A tall blonde came and sat down in her seat beside me and putting her head down. If I didn't know her I would try hitting on her, but I knew better.

"Hey Parker." I greeted the obviously hospitable girl.

"Bite me." She snapped back at me with as much venom as she could muster.

"Some ones bitter this morning." I muttered.

"Well I have this insensitive neighbor who likes to bring noisy girls home even on a Thursday night a 3 am." She said lifting her head up to spit the words out.

"Hey you weren't all that quiet last Friday night when I had the big game the next day. It's nice to know you're a screamer." She sent me a not so pleasant gesture before laying her head down back on the desk. The teacher began the class and that was my cue to lay my head down and take a much needed nap. It took a lot of work to make a girl scream loud enough to keep Bridget up at night.

"Randal and Bridget." I heard the Ms. Wendelll call out in that nasal voice of hers. My head snapped up.

"Wait what?" Bridget asked from beside me, she must have been listening about as much as I was.

"Your partner for the project , the one I just spent 20 minutes explaining." She said glaring at Bridget the entire time.

"Yeah I wasn't paying attention." Bridget said bluntly a red mark plastered to her forehead from where her forehead was resting on her arm the last half hour.

"Well I wish I could say your partner could fill you in, but I think Mr. Stone was listening to my assignment guidelines as much as you were." Bridget snorted as Ms. Wendell handed her the paper explaining the project.