Ugh, 1st period has been such a drag! All the teacher did was lecture!
I mean, give us a break! This is the first day! I had my bag on my desk and started to text Shawn. I mean, might as well. There's nothing else better to do, other than filling my ears with my beautiful One Direction music.
N: Are you having as much fun as I am ð
S: Probably not, I'm about to die ð
N: What do u have again?
S: Geometry ð
N: I would have been dead by now bro
S: well the only good thing is that Richard is in my class ð
N: WHATT! ð±
S: yuppp
S: u know I could talk to him for you ð¬
N: NO! I'm perfectly capable of doing it on my own... ð
S: OH PLEASE! you wouldn't go up to him even for a million dollars
N: yes i would
S:ððð
N: ur an ass
S: i try ðð
I was going to reply when I was interrupted.
"Nicole. Do you have your phone out?" I looked up from my phone and the teacher raised his eyebrows at me.
Fuck. Caught red-handed.
"Um, maybe.." I blushed as everyone stared. I absolutely hated being put on the spot.
"I hope you have a good explanation of why you're using it."
"Uh, not really.." I said. I could already feel my face getting even hotter. If that was even possible. I started sweating.
"And what were you doing?"
"That doesn't matter. Go back to your lesson Mr. B." He came over to my seat and put his hand out indicating he wanted my phone. I timidly gave him my shitty phone and he looked at the screen.
"Texting this Shawn isn't as important as learning about what you're going to be doing this year." he said and handed my phone back to me.
"Now. Put it. Away." I quickly nodded and stuffed it into my backpack.
"Everyone quiet! Alright well-" and I drowned out everything after that. Everything he said was like, the end of a loaf of bread. Irrelevant.
About ten minutes later, he was at his desk and reading the newspaper. He had finally let us all talk amongst ourselves. Looks like he was done working for the period.
I didn't really know anyone else other than Maya, but she was sitting across the class. I took that time to text him back.
N: I got in trouble ð
S: wat did u do?
N: on my phone. ur texting me while I'm supposed to be learning. Ur a bad influence.
I smirked as I sent it. He's going to rant on how it wasn't his fault and how I started texting him but honestly pushing his buttons sometimes cracks me up. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around.
"Are you still texting Shawn?" A girl named Marina whispered to me.
She was one of those girls in school that goes out with everyone. And when I mean everyone, I mean most of the class that's a year or two older.
"Yeah?"
"Can you tell him I said hi?" she asked. Ew, no.
"Sure?" I said and turned around again. I hid my phone from her so she didn't know what I was typing.
N: Do you know Marina? The girl that goes out with anything that has a penis? ð·ð·
S: I was in the middle of a really long text saying how ur the bad influence but now it all ERASED! thanks a lot! ð And yeah I do
N: she told me to tell you hi..
S: oh? weird.. but tell her I said hi back. I don't wanna be mean
N: Of course... cuz NO ONE wants a bitchy Shawn now do they?
Then I turned around to Marina who was on her phone.
"He told me to tell you hi." I said flatly. She squealed, then started typing. The girl next to her squealed too and they started talking, but I completely lost interest.
N: There, hopefully she doesn't bother me anymore ð
Then the bell rang, which surprised me. I packed my belongings, got up, and threw the strap on my shoulder.
History Class - 3rd Period
"Just one more period 'till lunch. Just one more period 'till lunch." I kept repeating.
"You're already hungry?" Shawn asked me.
"Fuck yeah. Remember this morning? I only had a banana, and half of it was taken from me." I glared. He held up his hands in surrender.
"Okay, let me buy you your lunch today." He was trying to win me over with food, and it was working.
"Fine, but it better be good." I said and slouched in my seat as the teacher was trying to get our attention. Then he just started saying what courses we were gonna learn about, and what kind of projects we'll be doing. Then all of a sudden the person next to passed me a note. His name was Josh. I just looked at him.
What the fuck, Josh and I don't even talk.
"This is from Jackie." He whispered to me. Oh.
"Who do I pass it to?" I whispered back.
"It's for you." He said and handed me the note. Well.. this is odd. I don't even talk to her. Well, basically the only person I talk to in this class is Shawn.
I'm just so popular, I can't even keep up with myself. Jesus.
I opened up the note and saw the red ink scribbled on the torn sheet of paper she ripped out of the corner of her notebook.
"What does it say?" Shawn whispered to me. Okay, am I allowed to laugh or is that mean?
"She asked me if I could give her your number." Wow, she's using me and I don't even know her. Cool.
"Wow. Really?" he said and I showed him the note.
"What are you going to say?" he asked me as he tried to look distracted because the room got quiet. I scoffed.
"I'm going to tell her no. The fuck. If she wants it, she can get it from you. I'm not an owl." I whispered. He chuckled.
I got my pen from my bag next to me and started to write. I'm not afraid to be a bitch to people I don't even talk to, but just for her sake, I'll sound as casual as possible.
Sorry, but no. If you want it, ask him. I wrote. I folded the paper how it was, and tapped Josh on the shoulder.
"Can you pass this back please?" I whispered to him and he nodded and grabbed the paper from me.
The teacher started to talk again when I heard a small gasp.
"What the hell was that?" I asked him. He just looked around and shrugged.
"Was it your stomach?" he asked and started laughing.
"No. My stomach is too busy eating itself." I chuckled.
I shook it off and waited until the teacher stopped talking.
After the teacher finished his lecture, he had stepped out to go to the bathroom, but left the next-door teacher in charge. The bell was about 10 minutes before ringing, Shawn was talking to his guy friends while I was reading a Niall Horan Fanfiction. It was called Motel 6. Holy shit, this story is intense. I was at the part where Harry was teaching Aimee how to swim, when the empty seat next to me was suddenly filled.
It was Jackie and she did not look happy.
"Why the hell won't you give me his number?" She whisper/yelled as she stared at me.
"Why the hell should I? I don't even know you. I don't talk to you, but you expect me to give you my best friend's number? And why the hell do you need me? He's sitting right there. Why don't you ask him yourself?" She blushed.
I didn't even wait for her answer when I turned around in my seat and nudged Shawn.
"There you have his attention. Go ahead." Now Shawn and I stared at her.
She didn't say anything for a second.
"C-Can I get your number?" she stuttered and smiled slightly. I scoffed.
"I don't even know you. I'm sorry. If we had talked before today sure, but.." He didn't finish the sentence and let it trail off.
She had the attention of his friends now too, so she had a small audience. Was she expecting me to say yes so easily? How do you expect that from someone who acts like you don't exist? She groaned and that's when the other teacher came in.
"Is everything alright?" She asked. All you could hear were a bunch of 'yes's and 'yups'. She nodded and left the class.
At this point, Jackie went back to her desk and started talking to her friend Alicia.
"Damn, something crawled up her ass and died."
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