Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Immediately Michael walked out of the room. Those Low pitched voices, giggles were again heard at the back again. this time it was louder, I looked at the group that had gathered together looking at Thompson's phone and staring awkwardly at me. "What are they doing". I asked Clara who was so engrossed in the book she was reading.

"I don't know... It seems like... They are watching p.o.r.n in class". Clara said quietly and stifled a laugh before focusing back on the book.

Watching p.o.r.n?... not my business. I breath and shook my head as I looked from Thompson who was the head of the group to... Remember the dude who wanted me to give him a handjob at Porcaro's club? He was totally out of himself. His eyes were fixed on me but his mind was elsewhere. Gross! I grossed as I followed the movement of his hand under his desk. They were busy in his pants.

Steven's face was bitter and questionable... Immediately our eyes met, he stood up from his seat and walked up to me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me from where I was sitting... Just like that... I was puzzled. I pulled myself free from his tight grip as he dragged me into the locker room.

"What was that about?". I asked angrily and walked away from him. He uncomfortably brushed his jar and blows the wall. I halted and walked back to him. "What's wrong with you". I ask him and place my hand on his shoulder as he was still facing the wall.

He angrily turned from me. "Do I need to be the bad guy for you to date me? Do I? Course I would do it but I need to hear it from you. tell me, Lara, say it. ". He sparked angrily walking forward to me while I pushed backward confused at his words.

"What are you talking about Steven?". I asked when he suddenly stopped and angrily shove his hair back.

His face suddenly becomes pale when he turned from me. he squeezes his mouth, he was trying so hard to hold in his anger as he covered his mouth after so much squeeze. which was confusing to me... all I could do was wonder what was the reason for this sudden behavior.

I huffed and walked to him. I wanted to leave but I couldn't get myself to leave him -not this way-. So I quietly wrap my hands around him from behind trying to help him come out of whatever state he was.

My gesture agitated his anger, he pushed me from him. "You f.u.c.k.e.d him, didn't you?. It is obvious why you two have been hanging, f.u.c.k.i.n.g and banging everywhere you go". He laughs sadly and that? that smile was harsher than the way his words sounded. Before I could stop myself my hand has already landed on his cheek.

Furious at his words. My mind tells me that this has to do with Thompson's phone. I could clearly see the reason behind that awkward attention in class. I angrily stormed out of the room with the intention of tearing anyone who comes in my way.

When I walked back into the room, Thompson was nowhere to be found, I walked directly to the dude with the phone and snatched the phone from him with force.

I gasped and was out of breath at the image on the phone. I stifle a cry and bite my lips to hold it from spilling.

"Hey, give it back!". Patrick yelled.

back at my feet, I fired: "Come get it". I glared at him and scanned the room for Thompson. He wasn't I, I was glad he wasn't there either because if he was I don't know if I could control my emotions that were already gushing up my spine, Cara wasn't either, she must have gone to the library.

I grabbed my backpack and headed toward the door, Betty jumped in my way trying to block me from leaving. I gave her my worst look and looked briefly at the dudes who were squeaking as Betty shifts from my way.

"I'd love to have my turn". Porcaro said quietly and they burst out laughing.