Officially Stupid

I'm not smart, and that's putting it nicely. It's not that I don't pay attention in class, I just get distracted by things, like the way a teachers eyebrow twitches when in deep discussion.

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"Is this really nessassery?" I huff as I wrap my arms around myself and attempt to stop my teeth chattering.

"Yes," he snaps, "now be quiet."

"This is your fault," I glare at his back, trying not to focus on the muscles that I can so clearly see under the street lamps through his white shirt. "Have you found it yet?"

We are currently standing outside school in the middle of the night all because some idiot had to put on fucking show and a crazy ass bitch is out for my blood. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Daniel and I are breaking into the school to get the bloody hard drive.

"I'm freezing my ass off here."

"Well maybe," he turns around, "If you hadn't packed such a big bag I'd be able to find it. This is completely un nessassery, I mean why the fuck do we need cellotape?"

"Uh- ummm," I stammer, "In case we break something?"