TUESDAY- FIRST PERIOD
"Oh, There you are, Jackson. I was starting to get worried that you might be late, Foiling that perfect punctuality record of yours." To my surprise, the person who greets me the moment I step into the classroom is Mrs Sanchez(I thought she had only taught math to the lower grades), One of two teachers here at this Shit-show of a school that I genuinely like and would hurt anyone, Everyone else before even remotely thinking of harming either of them. (Although I do dream of killing them more often than not, using different serrated blades to slowly cut them from the neck down while still being alive and tearing their entrails out... Among other things. Perhaps my dreams tell the real story of what I want to do to them. However, I could not sully beauty such as theirs or have it sullied by someone else...) She's dressed in a White monogram accent lavaliere blouse by Louis Vuitton, A Button waist Mikado midi skirt again by Louis, Black stockings, and velvet leather court heels by Giorgio Armani, I presume.
"Mrs. Sanchez, I would never dream of missing a lecture, Especially not when it's being kept by someone as beautiful as yourself." I wittily say. With a light smile, she says, "You're a real sweet talker, aren't you? But we begin in the next, Uhh..." She checks her watch, Which highlights her smooth, Seemingly perfect skin, and with a smile says, "In the next six minutes, Be a dear and find a chair, Jackson." Teasingly, I say, "Anything for beauty such as yours." She responds by saying, "Oh, You." My being somewhat late is undoubtedly due to Cate's uninteresting and frankly unnecessary rant, But I digress.
Scanning the room for a suitable chair, I notice Theodore Dixon (My best friend, Or so he tells himself) trying to get my attention, Trying to get me to have a seat next to him. With a sigh of disappointment, I move towards the chair next to him. Arriving at the desk next to him, he broadly smiles at me, which irritates me. Upon sitting, I realize the chair is comfortable, but not enough for me to forget he was there, Enough to stop me from using the ballpoint pen that he holds and stabbing him right through his fucking throat, Spraying blood everywhere. He's clothed in a black ripped beanie, A plain white T-shirt, Black Jeans by... Some company unknown to me and Jordan 4 military black sneakers by Nike(Said shoes are slightly expensive. No doubt he spent almost all his summer earnings from the job he got at the mall to buy them, A waste of money if you ask me.)
"Hey, A.C.," Says Theodore. With a feeling of almost being forced, I say, "Hello, Theodore." Precisely after I had said this, He said, "What's u-" but quickly, I stopped him before he could finish what he meant to say by saying, "Theodore. Correct if I'm wrong (I am rarely wrong, but I'll entertain the notion of such for the sake of this), but did I not tell you to stop referring to me with that?" With a sad look that reminds me much of Mrs. Downey's cat seconds before I jammed a knife into its stomach, ripping it open, he says, "Yeah... But come on, Dude. It's a fun nickname, Right?" Define "Fun". Sternly, I answer his question, "No, It isn't."
A.C. stands for Apple cider, A play on my surname. I humored his idea of a "Nickname"(for a short while) in middle school, but it has outlived its welcome... As have he. "Okay, Dude. I was just making conversation," says Theodore." I would have preferred if he had not, but regardless, he continues "to make conversation." "Speaking about conversations, I saw you and Mrs. Sanchez getting it on. Did you not see her blushing at one point," Trying to dodge his question quickly, I say, "Really? I had not noticed." But I did, and It was not once as he thought it was twice. Both of which happened when I complimented her. Attempting to shut him up finally, I said, "Theodore, your insinuations that I was flirting with Mrs. Sanchez are quite unfounded. As I'm sure you know, she is a married woman, and I'm not that sort of person. Besides, I was being polite and civil, simple as that, not "getting it on." Let's not make this something it is not."
After saying this, I noticed Mrs. Sanchez checking her watch. I think it was almost time for the class to begin. "Sheesh, I was only kidding around, Dude. (Someone woke up on the wrong side of their bed) Chill out." Said Theodore, but I paid no attention as I completely ignored him while looking at Molly McHale, or as I call her, "Perfect grades in all classes kept by male teachers but slightly less than average in those kept by the females." It's a mouthful, I know... I bet she's had quite a few of thos- "Good morning once again, students. Some of you may have already known me, but for those that don't, My name is Mrs. Sanchez, and I'll be your math lecturer for more or less your last year at Northwood High." says Mrs. Sanchez. That was seemingly odd. I was lost in my thoughts longer than usual. Neither did I hear when the bell rang, signaling the start of the class, nor did I see when Mrs. Sanchez got up and stood in front of her desk, Preparing to address us. While lost in thought, I surmise I stare without blinking. I must stop doing that or at least retain some consciousness so I may be able to blink my eyes, Seeming "normal" to the lessers...