I've been in this fucking classroom for three hours listening to stupid ass Mr. Johnson drone on and on about run on sentences.

My mind is wondering when the hell this asshole will realize that no one cares, but my body is shaking like I have Parkinson's Disease.

Time seems to drag by slower and slower with each passing second, and just when I think I can't take it anymore, the bell rings.

I breathe a huge sigh of relief and gather up my things for second period.

There's a reason geometry's my favorite class, and it's not because of the teacher or her dumb ass shape fetish.

It's because of this Puerto Rican chick named Kendra.

I know, me liking a chick is a one in a million chance, but the odds of a chick actually liking me back are slimmer than that.

It's really, really fucking stupid.

Even Kahl's had a girlfriend before.

When it comes to chicks, I always come up short.

"Aye Fat-ass, what the hell are you starin' at?" Kendra's loud voice startles me.

"I was starin' at the board, you ugly Mexican bitch!" I yell right in her face.

"I ain't even Mexican, dumb-ass!" She retorts.

"I don't give a fuck, you're still orange!"

The whole room erupts in frightened gasps.

"Don't make me kick your ass, you fat tub of shit!"

"Go ahead, you Mexican oompa loompa, I ain't scared of you!"

That was a lie. She could probably kick my ass in a heartbeat.

"That's it, bitch, your ass is mine!"

In a split second she was on top of me, punching me in the jaw so fast that her fist was a complete blur. As she mercilessly struck me again and again, I came to the realization that her chest was right in my face...and I could see down her shirt.

I felt my face turn hot with shame as I forced myself to look away.

A few agonizing moments later, the teacher finally pulled Kendra off of me and sent her down to the principal's office.
"After school, fat-ass." She threatens as she walks out the door.

"No, Kendra." Mrs. old ass Cobble said, pushing her out of the door and slamming it dramatically.

Mrs. Cobble is so fucking old. I'm surprised the bitch hasn't turned to dust yet, 'cause with the way she looks, I'd say it ain't far in her future.
"Psst, Eric, you okay?" A voice asks.

I turn to my right to see Butters, looking concerned.

"Yeah, Butters, I'm fine." I lie, hoping he'll turn back around and leave me alone.

No such luck.

"Wuh, a-are you sure, Eric? Y-you look like you could use a few Band-Aids."
"Dammit Butters, shut the hell up!"

"Oh, well all right then."

The fucker turns back around to face the board.

"You need help getting up, Eric?" A cute voice asks.

I look up to see the class clown Rebecca staring at me with big blue eyes.

"Yeah."

She reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet.

"Thanks." I mumble.
"No problem." She answers, taking her usual seat right behind Butters.

I take my seat also.

The moment I sit down, I feel something hit me in the back of my head. I spin around to see a paper airplane on the ground.

What the hell? I thought to myself.

I raised an eyebrow but picked up the airplane anyway. I slowly unfolded it to see a message scribbled in green crayon.
Do you like Rebecca?

I looked up at Rebecca, who was playing with her hair and scribbling something down in her notebook.

Then I looked at Kenny, who was sitting right next to her, obviously trying to get a peek at her ass. Pervert.

I quickly took out a pen and wrote in big black letters,

No.

Then I folded the piece of paper back up and threw it at Kenny, who glared at me incredulously once he read what I wrote.

He quickly wrote something down and threw it back at me.

This time, though, I caught the airplane when it was airborne.

As I unfolded the airplane again, I came face to face with something that pissed me off.

There, written in that hideous green crayon were the words:

You're lying. :)

I gave him a disgusted look and wrote back,
Am not, Kenny!
The paper plane went sailing through the air again. However, its flight ended abruptly, nailing Kenny right in the ear.

I tapped my fingers on the desk as I waited for a response.

The one that I got however was, to put it lightly, less than satisfying.

I'll tell her for you. :)

I shot an evil glare in Kenny's direction, only to see the bastard handing her a folded up sheet of notebook paper.

I slammed my fist on the desk angrily.

A couple seconds pass, and Rebecca puts a sheet of torn notebook paper on my desk.

Reluctantly, I pick it up and begin to read it.

Do you really want to go out with me?

I looked up at Rebecca, who was turned around facing the board, just like always.

I thought about saying no for a moment, but a damning question dawned on me.

Do I want to go out with her?