Toby's girl

by Batman Addixon

Perfection. It's beyond our grasp, and yet we still are obsessed with it. We aim for it, and do our best to have it. I'm sick of it all. I see it in movies, and read about it in books, but reality is anything but perfect, especially when social workers are taking away your family and breaking it all apart. Then I met the imperfect boy, who, in a sense, was perfect. Toby/OC

I rushed down the hall, after hearing the bell, I had to run, as my Spanish teacher was most definitely going to give me a late. Crap, mom was going to kill me if I got another. Ever since dad walked out on us, she's been running me and my siblings and making sure everything was perfect in case social workers tried to pull a surprise visit, which meant perfect report cards go up on the fridge, and if we didn't have one, then some form of accomplishment that was associated with school. I usually just had a piece of artwork on it, but recently, she's been on my case about a good report card to go along with it. My grades were good, all over 70, but late's and absences were what killed me. I bumped into someone as I was dashing down the hall to class, and my papers went everywhere. I had less than 60 seconds to get to class now, before Mrs. Perra would notice I was late.

I took a moment to check over myself, since I never really reacted to physical pain much, but I was fine other than my ass hurt slightly. I gathered my stuff and saw the boy I had run into was doing the same. "Er, thanks." I muttered to him as he handed some English essays to me.

"No problem." He replied, and I finally glanced up at him. He was cute, in that disheveled, bad boy attempt that came off as a sad try. I smiled graciously and then widened my eyes, "Shit, I'm gonna be late."

"Who do you have?"

"Mrs. Perra. I mean, Ms. Torres." I corrected myself and said the right name, in case he was a goody-goody.

"I can help you out with her." He grinned and grabbed my hand and my books, then lead me through the halls. He knocked on her door and said hello when she opened it. "Sorry, she was helping me out with the Spanish project and we lost track of time."

Mrs. Perra nodded, smiled at him and stepped back, allowing me to pass her and walk into class. "Thank you, Toby."

I looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah, thanks Toby."

I took my books back and made my way into class as my peers craned their necks to see what was going on. They started gossiping about the whole ordeal, and I could see a popular blonde in the back, with her phone held up, probably texting her whole bitch-squad about it. I could only imagine what the text red. OMG, Audaz just came into class late, and with some really cute boy! I bet they were, like, making out or screwing in the bathroom.

I chuckled to myself and sat down, watching Mrs. Perra close the door and Toby left my sight.