thirteen :: mgc

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Have you ever heard the saying, "what goes around, comes around"?
Because to be completely fucking honest, its the truest thing I've ever heard.
Karma, it happens.
And it happens to me a lot.
Since i'm such a 'asshole' to everybody, everybody's a asshole to me. I mean, it makes sense but, it fucking sucks.
People always say, 'well maybe if you weren't such a dick to everybody, maybe we would be a little nicer'.
I call bullshit.
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Whoop-ty fuckin' do.
I sat in the back of math class, not caring what the teacher was saying.
I tapped my pencil on my desk rapidly until I felt a small tap on my shoulder.
I looked over to see who did it, Teagan.
I immediately narrowed my gaze at her, "What?"
"Can you stop tapping?" She asked quietly.
"No," I muttered and started tapping my pencil again.
When the bell finally rang I started to walk out to the courtyard. I pulled a cigaret out and lit it.
I leaned my back up agains the wall and inhaled the smoke.
I let the smoke escape my lips after a few seconds.
I felt one side of my body become warmer, considering the temperature outside.
I looked over to see Teagan leaning against the wall next to me. She confidently took my joint from my fingers and into hers. He took a drag and transferred it back to me. I raised my eyebrow at her but she didnt seem to notice as she let the smoke out of her lungs.
"It's fucking cold Clifford," She said blankly.
"I never invited you to come stand with me," I explained plainly.
"I needed the drag," She stated.
"I guess," I breathed an brought the joint to my mouth again.
When I decided I was done with it, I gave the still-lit cigaret to her as I walked away.
As I kept walking I glanced back to see her smoking the joint. I smirked to myself and got on with my day.
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Teagans POV*
I grabbed the joint from his fingers and stuck it in my own mouth.
I let out a breath and handed it back to him.
We carried a short conversation before he put the joint in between my fingers and walked away.
As he walked away I continued to smoke the joint like nothing happened and got on with my day.
After my 6th period I walked around to the back of the school and pulled out a joint. I lit it and began to smoke it.
I could hear some ones footsteps coming around the corner. I glanced over to see who it was but it was just Michael.
He stood next to me an lit his very own joint. He took the one from my hand and handed me his new one, this was like a compliment from him, in a way.
"My treat," He spoke.
"Thanks," I nodded at him and began to smoke the new one. When he was done with his, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it.
I did the same and we stood there silently.
He advanced towards me and took both of my wrists in his hands, bringing them to each side of my head.
"You're hot when you smoke," He smirked smugly.
"I've heard it all before," I rolled my eyes.
"Attitude?" He furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Breath mint?" I asked.
"Bitch?" He shot back.
He dipped his head down lower than before so that our faces were only inches apart.
"Personal space?"
"No?" He tilted his head.
He leaned his head down a inch, our lips were dangerously close.
"Dont even think about it," I warned and brought my knee up forcefully into his crotch. His hands let go of my wrists as he fell on the ground and cupped the place of impact.
"Fuck," He yelled.
I smiled to myself and walked away without another word.
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Impact 1.