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Chapter six
The days passed by slowly. Every day in detention, the teacher would give me a theme and I’d draw something accordingly. Mikey would peek over my shoulder the whole time; at some point he’d stand up right behind me and stare for a while. On Thursday, I felt him get up and groaned:
-You’re liking this way too much.
-So? You never said I couldn’t peek.
I could see the smile on his face just by the tone of his voice. I grunted.
-Besides, I have nothing better to do.
True. The teacher gave me stuff to draw but Mikey didn’t get anything to do. So he just stared. Point is I get so into drawing that he could observe me all he want. And I knew he did. I didn’t need to catch him glaring to know he was.
-Just stop staring at me and watch the drawing instead, I muttered, grinning.
-I-I don’t know what you mean, he stuttered.
I turned around, an evil grin spread on my lips; his face was flushed with a light red shade. I didn’t say anything; I didn’t need to. I just looked at him, witnessed the red on his face get a few shades darker, and turned back around.
-That was predictable, I chuckled.
I heard him mutter to himself and chuckled again, shaking my head.
-Stop laughing, he groaned.
-You’ve been laughing and smirking for nearly a week. I think I have a right to do the same. Don’t try and fucking piss me off because you’re gonna get it, I snapped, turning around again.
He raised his eyebrow and I slapped my hand over my mouth. That came out more bluntly than expected. The shock was immediately replaced by a giggle. His face was just priceless. It was a mixture of fear and confusion. I couldn’t stop myself. The giggle was soon transformed into a fit of laughter. I bended over, holding my stomach, barely able to speak:
-Oh my god... your face! Your face is... Hahahaha! It’s priceless, oh dear god!
That’s when I got killed by his comeback:
-What exactly am I gonna get?
I literally fell off my chair laughing. It took me about five minutes to stop but my stomach still hurt. Dear god, that was funny. Was he thinking he’d get a reward or something? Ha! In your dreams, boy! I sure as hell wasn’t about to kiss him or anything. He’d been pissing me off this whole time! No, he was not getting near me, no way, no how.
-You done now? You’re gonna answer my question? He grunted after I had gotten up and sat back down.
-Are you serious? You’re not getting anything from me, except for a punch and a few scratches! I giggled.
He grumbled and muttered before his face lit up and I knew he had an idea. One that would probably be bad for me. Well, fuck.
-C’mon, I’ll leave you alone if you give me a ki-
Oh hell no, boy. I didn’t even need to hear the end of the sentence to know what he wanted. And he sure as hell wasn’t gonna get it.
-Don’t pull that bullshit with me, you’ve already gotten more than most boys. Besides, you won’t leave me alone one way or the other.
He shot me a look meant to make me crack. Ha! How desperate was he?
-C’mon! Just one!
Pretty damn desperate.
-No!
-Please!
-Don’t fucking push it, Mikey, I’m gonna punch you.
He gave me a quirky look:
-You can if you kiss me.
-Fuck you!
-Already done.
My jaw dropped. What?! Did I hear that right? Did that idiot just fucking put that right to my face? He saw my expression change and I witnessed the fear grow in his eyes. He didn’t wait for me to get up and attack him; he started running for the door. I let my impulse take control and threw my books at him, followed by the chair. I was seeing red and didn’t think. He ducked and screamed, genuine fear leaking from his voice:
-What’s wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?
-You fucking idiot! You’re a fucking selfish, horrible person! Why the hell did you have to go and hurt me like that? Don’t you know it fucking hurts? You only thought of you! You goddamn moron!
I knocked a few desks on my way over to him.
-I said I’m sorry! I mean it! I’m sorry...
His voice cracked. I tried slapping him and couldn’t; I just slumped on the wall. I was emotionally exhausted.
-Why do you care so much? Why does it hurt you that bad? Course, it was stupid, but you should be pissed, not hurt!
I looked at him and inhaled sharply. No, I was not going to tell him. He was on the right track. And I had promised myself I wouldn’t. Not the moment to crack, Lia. You’re stronger than that. He’d have to guess. Besides, a little work on his part couldn’t be bad. He had gotten what he wanted easy as clicking your fingers. He sat beside me on the wall and shot me a sideways look. God, I wanted to punch him. I wanted to wipe that look off his face. He leaned in and whispered (as if anyone could hear us!):
-What’s wrong? You can tell me.
I pushed him back. Too damn close for my taste. He needed to learn to stay the fuck back.
-Leave me alone, I muttered.
Surprisingly, he did. Picked up his stuff, gathered himself, looked at me, and left out the door. It wasn’t even 7.
Idiot.
The days passed by slowly. Every day in detention, the teacher would give me a theme and I’d draw something accordingly. Mikey would peek over my shoulder the whole time; at some point he’d stand up right behind me and stare for a while. On Thursday, I felt him get up and groaned:
-You’re liking this way too much.
-So? You never said I couldn’t peek.
I could see the smile on his face just by the tone of his voice. I grunted.
-Besides, I have nothing better to do.
True. The teacher gave me stuff to draw but Mikey didn’t get anything to do. So he just stared. Point is I get so into drawing that he could observe me all he want. And I knew he did. I didn’t need to catch him glaring to know he was.
-Just stop staring at me and watch the drawing instead, I muttered, grinning.
-I-I don’t know what you mean, he stuttered.
I turned around, an evil grin spread on my lips; his face was flushed with a light red shade. I didn’t say anything; I didn’t need to. I just looked at him, witnessed the red on his face get a few shades darker, and turned back around.
-That was predictable, I chuckled.
I heard him mutter to himself and chuckled again, shaking my head.
-Stop laughing, he groaned.
-You’ve been laughing and smirking for nearly a week. I think I have a right to do the same. Don’t try and fucking piss me off because you’re gonna get it, I snapped, turning around again.
He raised his eyebrow and I slapped my hand over my mouth. That came out more bluntly than expected. The shock was immediately replaced by a giggle. His face was just priceless. It was a mixture of fear and confusion. I couldn’t stop myself. The giggle was soon transformed into a fit of laughter. I bended over, holding my stomach, barely able to speak:
-Oh my god... your face! Your face is... Hahahaha! It’s priceless, oh dear god!
That’s when I got killed by his comeback:
-What exactly am I gonna get?
I literally fell off my chair laughing. It took me about five minutes to stop but my stomach still hurt. Dear god, that was funny. Was he thinking he’d get a reward or something? Ha! In your dreams, boy! I sure as hell wasn’t about to kiss him or anything. He’d been pissing me off this whole time! No, he was not getting near me, no way, no how.
-You done now? You’re gonna answer my question? He grunted after I had gotten up and sat back down.
-Are you serious? You’re not getting anything from me, except for a punch and a few scratches! I giggled.
He grumbled and muttered before his face lit up and I knew he had an idea. One that would probably be bad for me. Well, fuck.
-C’mon, I’ll leave you alone if you give me a ki-
Oh hell no, boy. I didn’t even need to hear the end of the sentence to know what he wanted. And he sure as hell wasn’t gonna get it.
-Don’t pull that bullshit with me, you’ve already gotten more than most boys. Besides, you won’t leave me alone one way or the other.
He shot me a look meant to make me crack. Ha! How desperate was he?
-C’mon! Just one!
Pretty damn desperate.
-No!
-Please!
-Don’t fucking push it, Mikey, I’m gonna punch you.
He gave me a quirky look:
-You can if you kiss me.
-Fuck you!
-Already done.
My jaw dropped. What?! Did I hear that right? Did that idiot just fucking put that right to my face? He saw my expression change and I witnessed the fear grow in his eyes. He didn’t wait for me to get up and attack him; he started running for the door. I let my impulse take control and threw my books at him, followed by the chair. I was seeing red and didn’t think. He ducked and screamed, genuine fear leaking from his voice:
-What’s wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?
-You fucking idiot! You’re a fucking selfish, horrible person! Why the hell did you have to go and hurt me like that? Don’t you know it fucking hurts? You only thought of you! You goddamn moron!
I knocked a few desks on my way over to him.
-I said I’m sorry! I mean it! I’m sorry...
His voice cracked. I tried slapping him and couldn’t; I just slumped on the wall. I was emotionally exhausted.
-Why do you care so much? Why does it hurt you that bad? Course, it was stupid, but you should be pissed, not hurt!
I looked at him and inhaled sharply. No, I was not going to tell him. He was on the right track. And I had promised myself I wouldn’t. Not the moment to crack, Lia. You’re stronger than that. He’d have to guess. Besides, a little work on his part couldn’t be bad. He had gotten what he wanted easy as clicking your fingers. He sat beside me on the wall and shot me a sideways look. God, I wanted to punch him. I wanted to wipe that look off his face. He leaned in and whispered (as if anyone could hear us!):
-What’s wrong? You can tell me.
I pushed him back. Too damn close for my taste. He needed to learn to stay the fuck back.
-Leave me alone, I muttered.
Surprisingly, he did. Picked up his stuff, gathered himself, looked at me, and left out the door. It wasn’t even 7.
Idiot.
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