[say it ain't so, your drug is a heartbreaker. say it ain't so, my love is a life taker]
SMASHING SHIT
a/n - did some research, and in the late 80s, a motorola flip phone was made, so we're putting them to use in this book:)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I LOOK AROUND, bored out of my mind as none of the girls i'm sitting with are conversing. boring whores.
i look at them, all on their phones.
okay, so they're basic whores.
i sigh and take out my flip phone. my mom got it for me so she can call me when i'm out late to make sure i'm okay.
dude, if i'm not home, i'm in heaven. metaphorically.
i receive a message from one of the girls. i face my screen to the one in front of me. "is this from you?" i ask for confirmation.
she looks up from her screen. "what?" she shrugs.
"what the fuck?" i question, scrunching my face up.
"what?!" she repeats, throwing her hands up defensively.
"i'm here. i'm literally here." i spit. the girl chuckles.
"it's free." she scoffs. i grab my bag and stand up annoyedly, smashing my phone on the ground aggressively.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
the girl gasps, startled. the smashing sound causes other students to look my way.
i smile and walk away. i see a boy sitting alone at a table, drinking some juice. he has amber yet brunette locks, sort of like mine. blue eyes.
he wore a green t-shirt with some logo on it. he had headphones on.
i'm not saying he's the answer.
but he's something.
i stop in front of his table, making him fumble around to take his headphones off.
"hey." i said.
"hey?"
i look at his open sketch book and raise my eyebrow. "i've seen some of your sketches." i haven't. "you're pretty shit." i told him.
the sketch he was working on was actually quite good.
"f - fuck off." he shot back. i smirked and walked away, pushing through a group of boys who seemed to be known to him.
i found an empty table and sat down. i began to study. i was actually focused. just not on the work.
the boy. what was his name again? ah, that's right. Bill Den.. Denbrough! i had him in english class. he had a major stutter.
i noticed he was made fun of because of it. i don't get why. i thought it was unique. attractive, even.
we both caught each other staring at one another across the cafeteria, and quickly looked away and blushed right before the loud, obnoxious bell rung for us to go to our next class.
i packed up my things. i don't have a clue why i was 'studying'. today's the last day of school before summer. bill probably thought i'm a nerd or something.
whatever.
i swung my bag over my shoulders and slowly walked to math.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
