"Shit", I am gonna be late I said running down the hall.
My first period teacher was standing by the door.
"Ms. Eshleman you aren't looking very favorable by being late", she said.
"I know, I'm sorry", I replied.
"I know, I'm sorry", I heard someone mock me.
Well it didn't surprise me whose mouth that remark came out of. It was that ass Jesse McCartney who sat next to me, and who lived next door to me. I slammed my books down.
"Do you got somethin to say?", I yelled.
He was laughing and looked over.
"Oh, you were talkin to me?", he asked sarcastically.
"Well, gee, makes me wonder, are there any other Jesse McCartney's in this class with a 10 foot rod shoved up their ass?", I asked.
He stood up and got in my face.
"I'm tired of taking crap from a girl", he yelled.
"And I'm tired of taking crap from a sophomore", I argued.
The teacher came in heard us arguing. It came as no surprise to her.
"Stupid sophomore", I said sitting down.
"Laura!", she yelled.
"Stupid senior", he muttered as he sat down.
"Jesse!", she yelled back at him. "You both go down to the principals office and take it up with him".
I picked up my books and left to go sit down in the office. 5 minutes later Jesse followed. We sat across from each other in the office and just glared at each other. Finally after 2 long periods of sitting down there Mr. Johnson came out.
"Laura, Jesse. Come in my office", he said walking back to his office.
"Eww, he just used our name in the same sentence", I thought. "Shoot me now!"
"Why can't you 2 just get along like normal high school students?", he asked.
We both started to talk, but he held up his hand cutting us off.
"It wasn't a rhetorical question", he stated. "Well I am tired of dealing with you two, so I am just going to assign you a Saturday School."
"Great! Ruin my weekend with it", I stated.
"Like I am going to enjoy being stuck with you for 7 hours", Jesse said bluntly.
"Okay enough!", he said raising his voice. "This is exactly what I am talking about. If I have to, I will lock you 2 up in a room til you are on friendly speaking terms", he insisted.
So then we left his office.
My first period teacher was standing by the door.
"Ms. Eshleman you aren't looking very favorable by being late", she said.
"I know, I'm sorry", I replied.
"I know, I'm sorry", I heard someone mock me.
Well it didn't surprise me whose mouth that remark came out of. It was that ass Jesse McCartney who sat next to me, and who lived next door to me. I slammed my books down.
"Do you got somethin to say?", I yelled.
He was laughing and looked over.
"Oh, you were talkin to me?", he asked sarcastically.
"Well, gee, makes me wonder, are there any other Jesse McCartney's in this class with a 10 foot rod shoved up their ass?", I asked.
He stood up and got in my face.
"I'm tired of taking crap from a girl", he yelled.
"And I'm tired of taking crap from a sophomore", I argued.
The teacher came in heard us arguing. It came as no surprise to her.
"Stupid sophomore", I said sitting down.
"Laura!", she yelled.
"Stupid senior", he muttered as he sat down.
"Jesse!", she yelled back at him. "You both go down to the principals office and take it up with him".
I picked up my books and left to go sit down in the office. 5 minutes later Jesse followed. We sat across from each other in the office and just glared at each other. Finally after 2 long periods of sitting down there Mr. Johnson came out.
"Laura, Jesse. Come in my office", he said walking back to his office.
"Eww, he just used our name in the same sentence", I thought. "Shoot me now!"
"Why can't you 2 just get along like normal high school students?", he asked.
We both started to talk, but he held up his hand cutting us off.
"It wasn't a rhetorical question", he stated. "Well I am tired of dealing with you two, so I am just going to assign you a Saturday School."
"Great! Ruin my weekend with it", I stated.
"Like I am going to enjoy being stuck with you for 7 hours", Jesse said bluntly.
"Okay enough!", he said raising his voice. "This is exactly what I am talking about. If I have to, I will lock you 2 up in a room til you are on friendly speaking terms", he insisted.
So then we left his office.