ℐ𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊， 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊．．．| 𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯 ¹

𝟓 - 𝐀 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

Thomas POV.

Okay, I think I'll start this one with a quick question: do you have any idea of how hard it is to dress yourselves when you have bruised ribs and a piercing headache? If you don't, then listen very closely...it's hella painful. You feel every muscle in your body stretch in the worst way possible, and something that normally takes a maximum of seven, or even ten minutes, ends up taking twenty. Also imagine if you had a disgusting family like mine and you had to bite the inside of your cheek every time you're near one of them. To cut the crap I'll just say that the morning after the ordeal between my sister and my best male friend, and also the humiliation of being rejected by my crush without her even knowing it, was like those times when you puke without even having eaten anything before...basically it was disgusting...and kind of annoying. I honestly can't tell you how I managed to go to school with all that pain, but it was probably an attempt to escape from the shithole that was my house. As soon as I arrived, late, I was met with the face of professor Bruner, who was leaning forward to put on a movie for the class to watch. He turned his head to the left and, with a raised eyebrow, said

Mr. Bruner: "Oh, nice of you to show up."

So, you see, when you had a really bad day and you decide it's better to put on a stupid happy face to avoid being asked questions, you are easily susceptible to sarcastic comments like these. And usually I would've flipped off the person responsible, but when you're a student you're already screwed enough, and you don't need to screw yourself up even more just because you had a bad day, so instead of flipping him off I decided to go with

Thomas: "Sorry I'm late, I had a really bad night."

He raised from his bending position and, while still looking at me, said

Mr. Bruner: "Oh, I'm sorry for it. But I think your luck is still far since your usual spot has been taken by Mr. Kim while you were late."

He gestured for my usual spot, which was beside Nadine (duh), that was currently being occupied by the already way too annoying ass of Erwin Kim, while his usual spot was currently occupied by someone else I didn't know. Maybe at this point you noticed I'm not too much of a fan of that dude, since he was blatantly fawning over Nadine. The guy wasn't subtle at all, and somehow that annoyed me even more. But what really fueled me was when he saw me, waved at me with that stupid innocent smile of his, and then got back to glancing at Nadine with his head low. Now I was pissed. Without breaking my gaze on the idiot I said to the professor

Thomas: "Well, I guess that Mr. Kim can go back to his spot now, can't he?"

And he, without missing a beat, answered me

Mr. Bruner: "You know the rules here: if you're late, you go with what's left. There's a free spot over there, beside Miss Baxter."

Yeah...Kristine Baxter, AKA the girl who gave me her number...number that I still had to use, and now I had to sit beside her. Did I mention that I hate Erwin Kim? She was right there, looking at me with a smirk, as if she knew I was embarrassed, and she was enjoying making me feel that way: she had the courage to give me her number, and I didn't even call her, and now she was about to make me pay for it. I couldn't just say that I didn't want to sit there, so I bravely made my way to the empty chair, while also spotting Nadine giving me thumbs up, to which I just rolled my eyes at. When I sat down Bruner said one or two words that I didn't really pay much attention to, then he started whatever movie he brought for us to watch. Kristine leaned towards me and whispered with that same smirk on her face