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zoned in due to the Adderalls. I noticed that I’d left my English notebook at home, so I turned to the person next to me to ask for some paper.
“Hey, can I mooch a piece of paper off of you?”
“Yea, sure. Just hold on a—oh, fuck me.”
I finally focused in on the face of the person next to me, and I’m not shitting you, it was Claire.
“Hey, Claire! How you been? Sorry for shooting you down last night, but you weren’t in any condition to be—“
“Stop. Stop now.” She’d interrupted me mid-sentence! How rude!
I was about to get defensive when she slipped me a note.
“Uhm, Claire. You can always just text me.” I looked at the note, bewildered and uncertain on how to open it. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I could read in this state. The pot and the Adderall mixed too hard and I was tripping major shit.
“Just shut up and read it after class.” She shot me a dirty look, and I shook my head in agreement with her. Her eyes met mine and she looked away. Damn, she had beautiful eyes. When she looked back at mine again, I realized they were even more amazing when they held anger as she glared at me. “Are you fucking high?” she asked.
Uncertain on how to respond, I just turned away and stared straight ahead. “I’m afraid of her,” I said on complete accident. That was supposed to stay in my head! Shit!
“Excuse me? Did you just say that you’re scared of me? How am I scary? I opened up to you yesterday, and you call me scary?” Her face was flushed with anger.
I had no choice but to swallow my pride and say something I would probably come to regret in the future, if not immediately. “You scare me because you’re beautiful, and I’m not sure how to react to that.” Dammit. Look what you did now. Fucking idiot.
Claire’s eyes grew wide, and she looked as if she might cry. Quickly, Claire turned away. She looked back at me a couple of times and I sat there looking at her with a dumb expression on my face. I was way too high to deal with this.
“Do you mean that?” she asked.
I have to say no. If I say yes, then she’ll start to think that I have feelings for her. Say no. No. It’s simple—just say no. No. “Yes.” Fuck!
“Well. I’m sorry that I accused you of being high.” With that, she moved away.
I refocused on the lesson at hand but noticed that Claire kept looking at me. I didn’t know what to do. She was freaking me out.
The lesson was a simple introduction to what we would be going over for this year. The teacher, Mr. Grayson, was a more exciting teacher than his peers. I’d had him for English my freshman year before he’d received a promotion up to the senior class. Proper sentence structure, how to write college papers, etc. You know, that bullshit. All the while, though, Claire kept on glancing back at me. I couldn’t tell why. Hell, I could hardly think at that moment, but she was. I don’t believe she noticed that I caught her, because she didn’t stop doing it. Maybe she knew that I was tripping major balls, or maybe she thought that I was looking at her. I wasn’t sure, but there was one thing that I did find out. Her pupils were expanded. Not the amount to be high, but they were dilated.
Class took forever to get over with, or maybe that was because my head was pounding from coming down. It didn’t matter. What did matter, however, was that I could finally leave and go to psychology. I’d been looking forward to this class for three whole years, and now, in my senior year, I’d made it. I hadn’t signed up for any simple psychology class. Rather, I’d signed up for the ‘big kahuna.’ AP psychology was the hardest class at Barrington High School, and I was going in headfirst.
As I was heading out of the class, I almost ran into someone. I looked up to see who it was, and lo and behold, it was her. “Fuck.”
chapter 10
jennet
“Fuck,” came from the boy in front of me, and I was just about to scold
“Hey, can I mooch a piece of paper off of you?”
“Yea, sure. Just hold on a—oh, fuck me.”
I finally focused in on the face of the person next to me, and I’m not shitting you, it was Claire.
“Hey, Claire! How you been? Sorry for shooting you down last night, but you weren’t in any condition to be—“
“Stop. Stop now.” She’d interrupted me mid-sentence! How rude!
I was about to get defensive when she slipped me a note.
“Uhm, Claire. You can always just text me.” I looked at the note, bewildered and uncertain on how to open it. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I could read in this state. The pot and the Adderall mixed too hard and I was tripping major shit.
“Just shut up and read it after class.” She shot me a dirty look, and I shook my head in agreement with her. Her eyes met mine and she looked away. Damn, she had beautiful eyes. When she looked back at mine again, I realized they were even more amazing when they held anger as she glared at me. “Are you fucking high?” she asked.
Uncertain on how to respond, I just turned away and stared straight ahead. “I’m afraid of her,” I said on complete accident. That was supposed to stay in my head! Shit!
“Excuse me? Did you just say that you’re scared of me? How am I scary? I opened up to you yesterday, and you call me scary?” Her face was flushed with anger.
I had no choice but to swallow my pride and say something I would probably come to regret in the future, if not immediately. “You scare me because you’re beautiful, and I’m not sure how to react to that.” Dammit. Look what you did now. Fucking idiot.
Claire’s eyes grew wide, and she looked as if she might cry. Quickly, Claire turned away. She looked back at me a couple of times and I sat there looking at her with a dumb expression on my face. I was way too high to deal with this.
“Do you mean that?” she asked.
I have to say no. If I say yes, then she’ll start to think that I have feelings for her. Say no. No. It’s simple—just say no. No. “Yes.” Fuck!
“Well. I’m sorry that I accused you of being high.” With that, she moved away.
I refocused on the lesson at hand but noticed that Claire kept looking at me. I didn’t know what to do. She was freaking me out.
The lesson was a simple introduction to what we would be going over for this year. The teacher, Mr. Grayson, was a more exciting teacher than his peers. I’d had him for English my freshman year before he’d received a promotion up to the senior class. Proper sentence structure, how to write college papers, etc. You know, that bullshit. All the while, though, Claire kept on glancing back at me. I couldn’t tell why. Hell, I could hardly think at that moment, but she was. I don’t believe she noticed that I caught her, because she didn’t stop doing it. Maybe she knew that I was tripping major balls, or maybe she thought that I was looking at her. I wasn’t sure, but there was one thing that I did find out. Her pupils were expanded. Not the amount to be high, but they were dilated.
Class took forever to get over with, or maybe that was because my head was pounding from coming down. It didn’t matter. What did matter, however, was that I could finally leave and go to psychology. I’d been looking forward to this class for three whole years, and now, in my senior year, I’d made it. I hadn’t signed up for any simple psychology class. Rather, I’d signed up for the ‘big kahuna.’ AP psychology was the hardest class at Barrington High School, and I was going in headfirst.
As I was heading out of the class, I almost ran into someone. I looked up to see who it was, and lo and behold, it was her. “Fuck.”
chapter 10
jennet
“Fuck,” came from the boy in front of me, and I was just about to scold
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