Where Did I Go Wrong? //Phan//

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 It was the nearly the end of class and I couldn't keep still. I wanted to see Phil. We had lunch next period together and I had the unobtainable urge to just cling onto him like a baby sloth. My patience has been wearing thin causing me to uncontrollably fidgeting for the past 45 minutes. "Daniel, will you please sit still. You are being a distraction to the class." 

I rolled my eyes. "Mrs. Fuckface, will you please shut the fuck up. You're making it hard for me to find the will to live," I mumbled under my breath. I didn't wan't to have to deal with her bullshit. I just wanted to see Phil? 

"Excuse me Daniel. Would you like to repeat yourself?" She said in a tone that your mother gives you when you're about to push her over the edge. So, I put on the biggest smile I could muster. 

"Of course ma'am, with old age I can understand hearing my become a problem," I said, ignoring the fact that she couldn't be over 30. "I was just saying how inspirational this class was. I think the bullshit you ramble on everyday for a good," I pulled back my sleeve examining the imaginary watch on my wrist, "forty-five minutes is astounding. I definitely wouldn't rather listen to nails on chalk board than you drone on about science formulas," I took a minute to look around the class. Everyone was either was asleep or they were stifling a laugh. "Actually I'm not sure which is worse. I'll get back to you on that." With that I sat back down and stayed quiet. I don't know what happened. I guess she just made the wrong remark at the wrong time. It wasn't my fault she was a bitch. 

"Mr. Howell you just earned yourself a lunch detention." Whatever I rolled my eyes it's not like I go anywhere during lunch. I don't have anyone to- wait. 'Are you fucking kidding me,' I thought. I was going to see Phil during lunch. God damnit this lady is going to be the death of me. I rolled my eyes, laying my head on the desk praying for death to come quicker.