11:21 AM, fourth period, I find myself sitting in my Modern World History class more or less paying attention to what the teacher is going on about. Something about the Bay of Pigs? I don't know, I'm more fixated a piece of paper I had been mindlessly doodling on for the past thirty minutes. Occasionally I'd lift my head up from my paper to see what my classmates are up to, slowly sweeping along the room while trying not to make it obvious. It's just more of the usual really, the Two-toned haired girl and her girlfriend are off in the corner giving each other hickeys, the group of lacrosse players are talking about pussy or money or weed, my friends are in a heated debate about whether or not they would eat ass and what it would entail, everyone else is either taking notes or pretending to…and then there's Jenny and her pack. Once again they're communicating in the language of the ancient ones while occasionally looking over in my direction, grinning and giggling and occasionally even chortling. I flash them the dirtiest look I could muster but they take it as some kind of joke and turn away while still giggling.
See this is another thing that bothers me; I'm in every one of Jenny's classes, every single one, and this is all she fucking does. All she does is giggle and grin without doing any work at all, and she's somehow getting straight A's! Meanwhile I'm here struggling to maintain my C average—granted I'm not really one to judge about not doing work. My best bet is on the theory that she's secretly amazing at giving head and that she blows all her teachers to keep up her A average. A more literal interpretation on "oral exams." That totally not overused joke should prove to you that I am indeed a comedic genius. Anyways she never does anything in any of her classes….except Gym. Little did you know Jenny is actually a three-time gold winning Olympic gymnast who's amazing at every aspect of physical activity there is, and she has the precision of a Seal Team Six member, and is blessed with reaction time that borders on precognition.
I'm not even joking this time.
If anything that should be another reason why the government should send in a sniper firing squad and take care of her, clearly she's a threat to national security. Maybe even the entire human race. While I was busy musing about the thought I hadn't noticed someone new enter the class until the teacher was halfway through introducing her. "—iha, and she's transferred here from out-of-state. She will be joining our class for the remainder of the year, so please make her feel welcome, okay?"
The newbie was a pale, well endowed, dark eyed girl with waist long raven black hair. She stood in front of the class with her hands behind her and her back arched a bit, further accentuating her chest. As if the fact that she has the first three buttons undone wasn't accentuating it enough. For some reason she seems…oddly familiar to me, like I've met her before but I can't quite place it. She nods to the class and begins speaking with a smile, her words coming out in an almost sing-song manner. "Hello~! As you already know my names Susan, but please call me Suzie. I like manga and anime and vidya games, so guys you ca—" Oh god she's one of those girls. Despite sitting behind Jenny I can already tell her eyes lit up and she's chomping at the bit to assimilate Suzie into the collective. "-Me and my cousin moved here yesterday and I can't wait to see what the year and this school has in store for me!" she shut her eyes and tilts her head to the side while smiling sweetly as the class begins clapping for her. I never understood that, why do we clap for someone when they transfer in? Are we congratulating them for something? 'Congrats on leaving your previous shit-hole and joining ours!' I guess it's to make them feel welcome or something but honestly if I have just moved in I'd much rather lay low and not draw attention to myself as opposed to announcing it to the world. As Suzie goes to grab a seat, Jenny wastes no time to intercept her and guide her into a seat right in the center of the squad so she could bombard her with questions. I just redirect my attention back down to my glorious work of art and I silently pray for poor Suzie's soul.
The lunch bell finally rings and I gather my things before hurrying out to the courtyard, however I make it seem as if I was about to head to the gym just in case. See here's the thing, since our school is so massive and there's only so many lunch ladies we can hire, our lunch is split up into 30 minute long waves with a 5 minute interval in between each wave. What wave you're in depends entirely on what end of the building you're in when lunch rolls around. The freshmen and art wings eat at first wave, the second and third year wings eat during second wave, and the senior and gym classes eat during last. However due to our rotating schedule and the fact that we move around from class to class there really isn't any point to dedicating any wing of the building to any grade level buuut what're you gonna do? Right now I have Phys Ed, and I really can't stand having to deal with Jenny during the extended period…so Imma just skip it and hang around the courtyard for the duration of the period. You may be asking "well if that's the case why are you making it look like you're going to the gym anyways?" I don't want Jenny to know where I'm going that's why, you fuckin' clod.
I enter the courtyard and set my things down before sitting down on a bench as I wait for anyone else I know to come out. I free my sandwich from its cellophane wrap and go to take a bite before making the mistake of looking up. I immediately lose my appetite upon seeing Jenny and her posse leave the building. "God dammit" I groan and set my now spoiled lunch aside as Jenny calls out my name and rushes over to me.
"I didn't know you're skipping too Cassidy-kun!"
"That's because I didn't want you to, Jenny." I responded quickly. She giggled and prodded the tip of my nose with her index finger, getting uncomfortably close.
"Uh-uh-uh, remember what I told you to call me~!" Jenny sang out, still really really close to my face.
"I'm not going to call you 'Jen-chan'."
Just as she opened her mouth to say something and let more of her rancid ramen scented breath out in my face, I felt someone approach me from behind. "Jen-chan huh? I see, you're my cousin's new friend…." The voice was deep and somewhat nasally. You know how when you hear someone's voice you can just tell it belongs to a tool? Yeah, it sounds like it'd belong to an avid 'Three Days of Grace' fan. I turned to see who the tool is just when Suzie ran up and called out to him.
"Oh hey! Guys this is my cousin, Sasuke Uchiha!" she grinned and motioned to him, the other four girls greeted him with an expression that showed both a sense of awe and lust in equal parts. Jen seemed especially awestruck, presumably forming a puddle beneath our feet while I can only form one sentence in my confusion;
"Wait, what the fuck?!"