He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 21: Prank Gone Wrong Part II

I fumbled around for about ten minutes trying to find a damn pen. All I could find in my bag was about two inches of a pencil that was blunt and I didn't even have a sharpener. I was sitting up in the front row right in the middle so I didn't really have much of an excuse not to be writing, well not to be writing something at least.

Usually I took moments like these, meaning when I was in a class where the teacher seemed too uptight to let me sleep but not too strict to worry about what exactly I was working on, to write little stories in my notepad. I write them in a version of shorthand so that on the off chance a teacher picks up my page and attempts to read my story out to the class because they're having a particularly bad day it was completely unreadable.

I wasn't a writer by any means, I just wrote what was in my head so that my hand and the paper was occupied. Usually they were stories, sometimes they were something more akin to diary entries but without any pomp.

I groaned lightly before turning to the table next to us.

"Do you have a pen?" I asked.

They both shook their heads, I glanced at their pencil cases and scowled. 

How much would someone be willing to bet that this entire class thinks if I borrow their shit I'll either lose it or steal it? 

I turned to Atlas who was writing the bare minimum on his sheet, lazily staring off into the distance occasionally when he seemed to get bored.

It took me a moment to gather up the will necessary before I nudged him lightly in his shoulder.

He didn't turn around or acknowledge me.

I nudged him again, harder. Still nothing.

I glared at him. "Atlas." I hissed. "Do you have a pen I can borrow?"

He shook his head, smirking down at his paper as he wrote down another date into his notes.

"Fine." I said with a scowl, pulling out the two inch pencil and scribbling nothing with it. Even if I tried I couldn't get anything readable out of this blunt piece of shit. I was dying to nick his entire pencil case, jerk.

So I sat there for almost the entirety of the lesson writing with that stupid pencil with my index finger and my thumb doing way more work than they were used to.

Something about Atlas was extremely attention-grabbing too. I felt like when I wasn't looking at him I was somehow still very aware that he was sitting next to me. I saw the way the people seemed to reach out towards him around him as though he was something that wasn't quite reachable. It made me feel distracted the entire time.

The teacher, whose name I slowly figured out was Miss Norway, seemed to ask me every other question when I was completely not paying any attention. Slowly my face went red throughout the class, knowing that everyone in this class thought I was as dumb as anything when actually I scored an average A on almost all tests I took part in.

Finally she told everyone to discuss the chapter, or something in particular I didn't know I wasn't paying attention and Atlas's notes were hardly a good measure for recapping a lesson for anyone that didn't know the context.

I turned to him and he slowly turned to me. A natural grin on his face.

I wasn't going to beat around the bush and got to the point.

"Delete it." I demanded.

He just smirked at me.

"Delete what?"