Mrs. Camine has always had a thing for me. I mean I doubt she means to be flirty but she is. She's married and has a somewhat questionable relationship with her husband. She has two kids, a four year-old named Mary, and a six year-old named Peirce. I think it's sad, she's probably bisexual. I've barely talked to her and she thinks we're friends. CUH-REEPER! One time in class, she asked to shake my hand, and after she shook it she kissed the top and said my handshake was 'firm'. Who does that?! I wish she would just leave me alone and move on to some other student, but she hasn't.
I see Zach outside the door looking at me gesturing for me to come over. I walk to the door, Mrs. Camine asking me not to leave without her permission. I ignore her. Zach opens the door clearly unamused by my little vanishing act earlier. "Where did you go?!" he shouts coldly.
"Getting sober?," I ask jokingly. He hits me. I stutter-spit out, "Umm t-to-ta f-first period.."
"Were you delusional back there or what, cause I thought you said break up." I smell cigarettes on his breath as he gets closer to me, an old habit of his I'm not too fond of.
"I do," I whisper.
Now he yells, "YOU WHAT?! WHAT THE H*LL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! HOLY SH*T Kamma!" I hate his annoying nick-name he gave me. Who the h*ll would want to be called "Kamma?" He starts again, "You little f*cking sh*t!" He pushes me against the wall, kissing me sloppily.
"STOP!" I spit out.
He takes a breath, 'I love you , you know that right? I love you," he repeats it until he gets bored and kisses me again. A tear slips down my cheek as my boyfriend kisses me, my stagger breathing barely audible.