Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

The memory of the past two days has been displeasing. Sitting here mesmerizing it all was like reading the same words over and over again from the same section without definite meaning. Hours have passed since my supposed crutch left for the restroom.

Heading to the principal's strict words of solving our differences and making out, ( Hmm, making out with the school bad boy? quite a thing)I dashed out of the class with an exit card walking down the hall to escape the awkwardness in the class.

Hell, is almost like an understatement of what transpired between Thompson and me since Mrs. Clinton has instructed him to be my pretend crutches.

First, it was earlier that day at the café. He followed us though we tried to ditch him which seemed he was enjoying this 'being' my crutch idea more than anything, at first I thought so but after that incident, I knew I'd gotten myself into something serious.

That day, was quite the first day I've been embarrassed in my whole teenage life, or any I could remember. the d.i.c.khead, Thompson poured his milkshake on...poured? he smashed it on the dude's face. a guy who came in for a drink and accidentally stepped on Thompson's feet...a leg he pulled forward on purpose. 

Before 'A' could be said he was already on the dude... this angered The shop owner to push him out of the shop. Stubbornly he insisted he wouldn't leave without me!. reports later came to school!.

The second was the next day after Ken had changed the bandages but my leg still hurts for a long walk. So Thompson was still my crutches. In the chemistry lab, We were teamed together as partners, (i think partners are supposed to be the 'teamwork') he mixed the proportion of the chemical of chemicals which almost blew the whole school. That?, I warned him which was ignored, and after everything, the blame was pushed on me. After that, we were invited to the principal's office.

She was strict during the whole conversation. She even suggested we go on a date for her to see we've learned our lesson. To avoid going on a date because we both couldn't stand ourselves. We agreed to be cool with each other.

After dismissal, he drove me home. My dad, on the other hand, was away but that didn't stop him from inquiring how things were going between me and Micheal.

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Today, Magritte drove me to school. Reaching class was like walking into a tense scenario. Everywhere was quietly calmed but that awkwardness quietly hung still in the air during classes.

To add to the whole situation I even received weird eye contacts from Steven who has been trying to forget me which hasn't been working for him.