"Class today we will be learning about…" I stopped listening. I'd been in class for a while now and well, this girl in front of me was dreamy. The air was blowing a tiny bit on her beautiful long brown hair. I couldn't stop staring at her. She fixed the hair out of her face and then 'wack'! a paper wad was throw at my face. I opened it up to read
'Are you that interested in learning?!' -Frank
Oh, Frank! He must have seen me staring at the girl and thought it was at the teacher or at learning. I started to write back.
'Oh no, I'm not looking at the teacher, what are we even learning? I'm looking at the girl a row in front of me… ;)' –Mikey
I throw the note back as soon as the teacher 'Mrs. Samson' had turned his back to the class. I started looking at the girl again. Her red sweatshirt was beautiful mixed between her hairs. I saw Frank in the corner of my eye. He was looking at the girl then, back at me. He giggled and wrote back. He through the paper again, Mrs. Samson almost saw it. As I unwrapped it again I read out
'Which one of the girls, the blonde one or the one that keeps playing with her pencil?' –Frank
I wrote him back after looking at which 1 he was talking about.
'The one with the pencil, she is perfect…' –Mikey
I through it back at Frank and it hit him in the face. 'Opps' I thought but, it was funny. His face was just weird and shocked! He picked it up and put it in his pocket. I started to draw on my blank paper. I forgot to do notes but, whatever! The bell rang. "Mikey, can you come and see me." The teacher yelled. I became nervous. I walked up to her and stuck my hands down my pockets. "Yes, Mrs. Samson." "Um, Mikey please tell me what you have been doing this whole time, you surely were not writing notes down. Are you expecting to memorize all this for the test TOMORROW?" I panicked. "Um, yeah I have great memory Mrs. Samson you'll see a 100% on my test tomorrow!" She laughed. "I hope so Mr. Way or you'll be failing my class." Okay, Math might have not been my best subject and I didn't even know what we were learning in fact. I was going to fail…
I walked out of the classroom and frank came up to me. "Hey, what was that all about?" I shrugged. "Oh, nothing, she just was reminding me how I'm going to be failing her class if I don't make a good grade on her test tomorrow." Frank laughed. He most of thought I was going to fail. Oh, well I thought I was too!
I went my locker which happened to be 2 away from the girls. Usually I would see her come and get her stuff and leave without even noticing me. I grabbed my books and was almost done with my locker till I hear couple of boys and maybe 2 girls yelling and laughing. Yep, there was something going on. I was very shy so I wasn't going to ask what was happening. I started to pick up my books until a girl who frankly, was the girl that sat next to Frank in class came up to me.
"Mikey! Aren't you best friends with Frank?!" I shyly answered "Yea…Why-.." "HURRY!" She grabbed my arm tighter than, I thought she could. I really hurt actually. "Why! What's going on?" "No times to answer go! He is over there getting beat up by the jocks!" I got over there and was more scared. By the time I was there and tried to save Frank from getting hurt, a jock punched me in the face, literally knocking me to the ground. Blood was coming out of my head, nose, and mouth. He must have had a huge mouth. As I was lying on the ground apparently one of the guys knew I was his friend so he started to kick me in the stomach. HARD! I started coughing and trying to grab my stomach. As soon as I coughed up a bit of blood he stops and joined his group of friends. The last thing I remembered seeing before I passed out was them literally throwing Frank into a locker smashing him head first and then fixing him up, closing the locker.