The day went by so slowly. I'd rather be sticking needles in my eyes that sitting through hours and hours of endless boring torture.

Finally the bell rang for lunch. I met up with Zacky in our usual spot, around the corner of the school football field.

"Dude!" Zacky yelled running up to me and hugging me. I stumbled backwards from the sudden act of love. My school bag dropping to the floor.

"What?" I asked trying not to burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

"I've been stuck in a fucking class with Jimmy Sullivan all day!" He screamed "I can't cope. I can't fucking cope. He's mental, seriously, theres something not right going on in his stupid little skull." He kept rambling on about how crazy Jimmy was. I kinda zoned out after a little while. He kept pacing back and forth infront of me, running his large fingers through his messy black hair.

Zack was right though and I don't blame him for being so pissed off, Jimmy was a head-case. He was always back flipping off tables or trying to get his hands down some girls top. Of course he was part of Matt's little homo group.

"So Zack! I'm stuck in a class Matt! I can feel the hate radiating off of him constantly and I'm not even doing anything! Like for instance, I sat down next to him in Chemistry because there was no other seat, trust me I looked at every space and they were all taken! So yeah I sat down and he shoved me away with his super human fucking strength! I didn't even talk to him and he flipped." I clenched my teeth together. Why did I get so angry over him? He wasn't worth it, was he?

"Wow. What a dick." Zack sighed and I nodded "I wish I was in your class Bri." He sighed lighting up a cigarette

"Same here bro. Now gimme a smoke." I demanded as he lit up and extra cig and placed it in my mouth. I inhaled the smoke deeply before puffing out some impressive little circles of smoke. I chuckled lightly.

"What?" Zacky asked looking at me with a grin

"This year's going to be event full. I can tell."

Zacky just looked at me as I took my last puff. He shook his head and laughed "You're so weird"

"But you love me for it" I smirked and threw my bag onto my shoulders. "Hey I gotta go, but you're still coming over after school, right? For guitar practice, my Dad bought me some sweet new pics so you can have one, if you bring over some beer" I grinned and he gave me a salute

"See you later, captin'" He announced in a weird little British accent.

5th period, surprisingly, went really fast. I didn't make eye contact with Matt once through out the whole lesson. Which was good because I didn't want to look at his fugly face. Once we all got into English our teacher Mr Hankins, sat us all down.

"Now class, we're going to go straight into our English project for this term. I've already partnered you up with someone else in the class, so thats one more worry off of your shoulders, right?" He laughed his loud obnoxious laugh and I groaned slamming my head into the desk.

"Pssst, Brian" Amy, the girl who was sitting next to me "Get your head of the desk, he's staring at you.." She stabbed my side rather harshly "Brian!"

"Hey!" I whined "That stung" I moaned rubbing my rib cage quickly. She just widened her eyes at me and nodded towards the front of the classroom.

"Mr Haner" Oh shit "How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Hm?"

"Uh.."

"Not enough by the looks of it!" He yelled "You do not fall asleep in my classes, okay?!"

"Hmph" Was my respond

"I said is that okay, Brian!?"

"Yes! It's okay!" I yelled back at him. His nostrils flared out in anger before he let out a rather dramatic sigh.

"Now" He cleared his throat "Once I call out you and your partners name, I want you to go line up at the back of the room in your pairs, just so its easier for me to look at you lot. Okay?" A crowd of mumbled 'okays' was the respond from the class. "Amanda Ali and Jamie Hart. Rian Gray and Joshua Pasco. Elizabeth Wells and Chloe Gay.."

The list was going on forever. I propped my arm under my head for support just incase I actually did fall asleep and sighed. I better not have some illiterate fuck partnered up with me, I want my project to be perfect.

"...Angela Warrick and Thomas Allen. Andy Beach and Yasmine Torrie. And last but no means least. Brian Haner and Matthew Sanders"

NO!
No, no no no no no no. This cant be happening, maybe I'm dreaming? No, unfortunately this nightmare was all to real.

My stomach flipped. I spun my head around to the other side of the classroom and cursed under my breath as my neck clicked. My eyes were met by a large, angry pair of hazel eyes which were burning into my own. Both Matt and I stood up at the same time, both slammed our chairs under the desk and slowly walked over to one another. I could feel 32 eyes staring at us both, I think everyone knew how much we hated each other by now.

I wanted the ground to open up into a fiery pit of hell and swallow me up whole. My life sucked, it truly did suck.

Matt bent his head down to my neck, his hot breath hitting my neck, sending cold shivers down my spine. I was standing infront of him and I was a few inches shorter, because he was built like a fucking tank. And then he spoke,

"Well, we're gonna have some fucking fun, aren't we, Brian?"

Notes

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