"Right that's it for now" groans Miss Betty.
Everyone stands up and leaves for lunch. I was in a good mood for most of the class... until I realized that the positive energy of the class that brightened my spirits was just a result of the comedy that derived from the fact that someone drew a fucking dick on my collar.
I know I deserved it, if I don't stand up for myself what's stopping them from doing it again. Honestly they probably have their own problems, or are trying to get the point where they don't need to prove themselves by doing these kind of things.... or they are just dicks.
I take no expense when spending money on my lunch. Fuck it, Balmont's a long way at this point.
As I'm bringing my food over to my spot I bump into a girl. What the hell? Fuck I probably wasn't looking. I lean my plate over to myself as I'm the one at fault here. Some food gets on me. God damn it. I start apologizing profusely. She doesn't say anything for a second.
"IM SO SORRY" I shout (definitely too loudly) "Is your shirt alright, no way are you hurt". Wait fuck there's no way she wants to associate with my fat ass.
"Umm D-".
"I'm sorry I'll leave sorry for bothering you" I blabber (fucking said sorry twice am I mentally challenged or somethin).
"Hey-".
"I'm sorry going now". "DARYL".
I'm shook. I finally manage to look at her...Holy Shit.
"Nessa?"