In the Open

"And I'm not an arrogant bastard."

Walking into school that morning, I'm immediately hounded with questions by Alyssa.

"Where'd you go last night? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Did you at least have fun? How many drinks did you have? Omg, did you get caught and had to spend the night in jail? Because that would've been-"

"Alyssa! Shut up!" I yell -a little too loudly- but sufficiently ending her rambling session.

"I got drunk, hurt my ankle, and called a cab. I would've waited for you but I didn't see you and I figured you wouldn't have picked up your phone if I called."

Okay, so that lie came a lot easier than I expected it to. Then again, I did break the law last night, so a little white lie shouldn't be hard to pass anymore.

She gives me a skeptical look, but noticing my irritated expression, drops the subject.

"So..how's the project with Mr. Hottie going?"

I internally groan. Of course she just had to bring up Nick. I don't want to look at him, talk to him, or even speak of him.

Therefore, I ignore Alyssa and begin walking to our first class.

"Why are you being such a bitch all of the sudden?" She asks, kind of angrily, as I'm about to walk into class.

Her words make me halt in my steps. The last thing I need right now is Alyssa getting mad at me. She's all I have.

"I'm not being a bitch. Look I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you mad or anything. My head isn't in the right place. Forgive me?" I plead, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

A small smile creeps on her face and I smile I'm victory.

She always falls for my puppy eyes.

Luckily, we enter the room right before the bell rings, and Mr. Reed settles his eyes on us as we rush to our seats.

"That was a very close call." He says, and begins writing today's agenda on the board.

"So! Today you and your partner are doing role play. I know that more than half of you haven't started your projects, like the procrastinators you are. But, you're going to act out at least two minutes of a scene. Since you haven't done it yet, just improvise. It isn't rocket science people."

"It isn't rocket science people," a football player mocks from the back, "I'm sure I'd want to die less if it was rocket science."

The back of the classroom erupts into a fit of boisterous laughter, and his friends smack him on the back.

"Idiot." I mutter, and turn back around in my seat. However, I feel eyes burning into my back, and I glance towards the back to see said idiot, staring at me with a strange glint in his eye.

"Want to repeat that, babygirl?" He says, attempting to sound seductive, but failing miserably.

I nearly gag from disgust as I look at his smug expression.

"Don't call me that. And I called you an idiot. Are you deaf too?" I mock, and turn back around in my seat. Seconds later, I hear a chair scrape against the tiled floor, creating a loud screech to resonate through classroom.

"I'm most definitely not deaf. I'm not blind either," he says, his eyes taking over my body in a repulsive manner, "You look delicious. Can I have a bite?" He says seductively, loud enough for his other perverted friends to snicker and anticipate my answer.

I blink at him with the same seductive air, containing the urge to punch him and puke on the glossy floor.

"I'll let you have a bite under one condition." I mutter, running my hand down his chest as lust fills his eyes.