20 | backpfeifengesicht

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backpfeifengesicht (n.)

a person who needs to be slapped; a german word literally translating to "a face badly in need of a fist."

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THE next day, Elliot still remained pissed at me. I tried to talk to him multiple times, but he couldn't even stand to be in close proximity to me.

I couldn't even talk to him long enough to figure out what I did.

When I approached him in the hallway between classes, he huffed and walked in the opposite direction. I tried ambushing him again as he walked out of the bathroom, but he acted like I was invisible. He even switched seats in Environmental Science. I was forced to do a lab with someone who didn't seem to know what deodorant was.

By the middle of the day, I was exhausted from trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

Quite frankly, he was acting like a baby, and it wasn't cute. His attitude even resembled my father's during one of his infamous tantrums (minus the drinking). If Elliot wanted to pout and be childish, it was fine by me.

Call me constipated, but I didn't give a shit.

Well, that's what I kept trying to convince myself. It was only partially working. With each unanswered text and Snapchat I sent, the knots in my stomach worsened. The entire morning, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster that was ever-so-slowly climbing the first hill.

I arrived late to lunch after spending too much time calming myself down in the bathroom. As soon as I walked into the cafe, I noticed that the only available seat at our table was next to Elliot. Lucky me.

I considered eating lunch in the library, but Delaney saw me before I could run away. Everyone's heads turned around as she called out to me; Four were smiling and one was glaring at me. Guess who?

I put on my brightest smile and walked over. I made sure to move slowly as if I was approaching a wild animal that could lash out at any second. 

As I got closer, he scooted his chair as far away from me as humanly possible.

In hindsight, I should have seen that coming. Elliot didn't do anything half-assed. That included being mad.

Huffing, I sat down and angled my body so my back was slightly facing him.

Take that, Elliot.

Aubrey raised her eyebrows and glanced back and forth between Elliot and me. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Now was not the time to get into a petty fight with him.

"Did you guys do the Calc homework yet? I couldn't get a few of them," I asked the girls, trying to steer the conversation away from the obvious.

"Yeah, I'll send pics of my answers," Aubrey said, taking her notebook out.

Elliot made a loud huffing sound.

"Eli, what got your panties in a bunch?" Ben said, ruining my plans for a relatively civil lunch.

I had the sudden urge to punch him in the face. I mean, how hard was it for him to read the room?

He must have been doing it on purpose. This was probably just his halftime show in the Super Bowl game that was the school day.

Elliot made another sound of contempt and glanced at me. He didn't explicitly call me out, but just looking at me was like flashing a sign, and letting the whole world know that Charlotte Hanson pissed Elliot Cameron off.

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