Social Science class ended with Ms. Joanne giving out instructions about an assignment. Everybody complained because hello, it was first day of school! Nobody should be too serious with schoolwork at home when it's the first day of school. But Ms. Joanne was adamant and had put down a foot that the assignment was necessary. Transfer boy went on to who knows where his next class was whereas I had Arts down the next hallway.
The classroom was your typical arts class where different art mediums were available and the teacher was either a stiff 'know-it-all' artsy kind of person or the 'fuck arts do your own shit' non-artsy one who was hired just because nobody else was available.
The teacher who was assigned for this year was the latter kind.
We had it pretty much easy for this class and Mr. Jimenez aka Fancy-pants just waved his hand instructing us to just release our 'artistic' side and submit any free hand drawing for starters. I picked up a graphite pencil and went to the paper corner, picked out a random sheet of paper and made some random art.
I must have been out of my mind because before I knew it, my random sketch turned out to be the transfer boy's face back when I was on top of him. His shock etched on the planes of his youthful face and his beautiful eyes were slightly being covered by wayward silky soft hair.
When I was younger – around four years old, mama swore I would sleep sketch at any surface I could lay my crayons on. She kept tabs of me droning off while I scribbled and took pictures before scrubbing them off the walls. Mostly they were portraits of people we didn't know but eventually met during our yearly moving. They were people who mama said helped us through rough times. Never was there a random sketch that became a threat to the family. They were always the good ones.
But my sleep sketching years ended when I turned six and never happened again.
What in tarnation is the meaning of this then?
There is no fucking way I'm going to submit this to Mr. Fancy-pants. I folded the drawing of transfer boy, slid it in my pockets, then proceeded to make another sketch. This time of a banana that wore a grass skirt and sunglasses dancing the hula. When I submitted it to Mr. Jimenez, he raised an eyebrow as if asking what the fuck did I draw. I'm not explaining though. Art loses its meaning when it has to be explained.
Just kidding, that art was shit so of course it wouldn't have a meaning whatsoever to be explained. I just smiled at Mr. Jimenez and excused myself so I could go to my next class. After Math, the bell rang and I was already famished. I immediately made my way to the cafeteria and found myself being cornered by the jocks just as I entered. Peter was clearly not happy and I have no fucking idea why.
"Hi Pete!" I said in my high-pitched flirty bitch voice. It was always easier to get away with people like Peter if you pretended to be interested in them. Just know how to avoid trapping yourself because girl I tell you, one wrong word and these brainless blokes won't stop at just chasing your ass. They will definitely get in your panties as well.
But nobody is getting into anybody's panties.
Especially my panties.
"Missy that transferee didn't do anything underhanded to make you cry like that did he? He didn't touch you right?" he asked me with a concerned tone. I stifled a laugh at the question. Holy shit, the brainless was jealous or something? Acting so cool and concerned when if given the chance, he himself would most likely do something underhanded and harass girls without hesitation. Oh right, he wouldn't hesitate because he's not capable of thinking in the first place. Ahh, gotta have to be more considerate with the brainless.
"Oh no, nothing of that sorts Pete." I answered in a sad tone. "I was just so sorry I made the mistake of crashing into him and felt sad. That's all."
"Why don't you come and have lunch with us then Missy? Mike's jokes are hilarious, it should lift up your spirits." one of his lackeys – Jerome if I'm not mistaken – invited me. Ahhh… what a bothersome thing to be pretentious. Now I have to deal with fake smiling for the whole remainder of lunchtime.
"Ahh… I was thinking maybe I could eat with the girls for today. It's been a while since semestral break you know." I made an excuse. "Maybe I missed some gossip down the road. Gotta be updated!"
"Oh c'mon Missy don't be like that!" Mike, the dumbest of them all, swung his arm and touched my shoulders. Tch. Fuckers can't keep their hands to themselves.
Although, if I'd want to get my revenge on transfer boy for declaring war at me, I could definitely use these blokes to my advantage. I acquiesced at the idea and made a full one-eighty on what I previously said.
"Ok fine, c'mon now! Buy me food, will you?" I said as I batted my lashes at them, to which the shitheads beamed like idiots and proceeded to escort me inside the cafeteria.
We lined up and they bought me lunch and various sweets for dessert, afterwards we proceeded to their favorite table by the window just beside the bitch clique's table.
Surprisingly, transfer boy was in the middle of the bitch clique's girls and was laughing at what Shara said.
Talk about coincidences.