The next class I had was math or algraba. I wanted to cry and I mean full on ugly cry. As I was walking there I swore to hell that when I die and I know im going to hell I did questionable things still do, ima find the sick fuck who put fucking LETTERS in math. I walked over to math class and opened the door I was almost late again but this time it was on purpose. I looked on the board and almost shit myself. Right there on the board was this equation, 9-3 divided 1/3+1=
I didn't want to do the work though. I hate math with a burning passion. It can go right up everyones ass for all I care. But one thing is for sure the people who like math are sick fucks. So i grabbed my note book and stared at the problem and imagined setting the world on fire. I waited till the very end of class and just wrote 3 down as a answer. Am i proud of myself no, do I care again no. I just now noticed a new kid was staring at me. I turned over and looked at him, he was attractive i'll admit. But not my type, he was the classic boy next door look. He would probably end up with the preps soon. Every girl was looking at him. I flipped him off with a smile when his eyes finally reached mine. The guy was looking at my throat, maybe he liked my necklace.
His eyes went wide in surprise, before he could say another word I was out of the classroom and on my way to one of my favorite class. It was English. I looked over at Mr. Dickins hes an elderly guy good at heart. His reaching 82 and may have to retire soon. He was like my parent he came to every parent teacher meeting when he found out my issue at home. He smilled sweetly at me and he walked over and left a present box on my desk, and ruffled my hair. I was very happy with it. I gave him a smile while the new guy just stared at the exchange. The more I looked at him the more I realized he didn't feel right. especially the way he was looking at me.
I decided to keep ignoring him. We were going to read a poem from Shakespear. I put the present in my bag, while picking up my worn out copy of the book. A paper was thrown onto my desk I planned to ignore it but a pencil followed. I was fed up so I just sighed and grabbed the note and opened it up. {Hey my name is Cole what's yours beautiful?} I blinked after reading the note and was genuinely worried about this guys health. {Are you ok in the head?} I passed the note back and continued my work. I heard a scoff from his side as if he couldn't believe what just happend. ~Oh he is a player, question answered~ I thought when the paper came back. This time I didn't waste my time reading I just ripped it up.
I groaned as I saw the math homework in my bag. ~What the fuck is f3-24(dxf)~ I decided to just fail the homework assetment. I enjoyed the rest of the class luckily. I was the first to go and there was Jordan. "Listen here Cole Lycan is mine you can have his older brother i heard he's so hedious he can't get laid. Perfect for eachother!!" Jordan laughed long and hard. ~What the fuck kind of last name is Lycan?!? What the fuck kind of last name is Ivory. No stop we do not bully ourselves.~ I just shrugged and walked on I had science to get to. Science was Quin's mom he was a photo copy except shes Jordan's height.
It was the only class I sat at the front for. I liked Mrs.Roberts she's the nicest one besides Mr.Dickins. ~Wait isn't Lycan like lycanthorpy? The werewolf thingy? Or is he named after the moss?~ I almost laughed, and that wouldn't be a good thing. The rest of the day passed like a blur and it was time for me to go home.