Author's note: This is just a quick one shot I wrote in Liberty's POV. The story is kinda jumbled together, I just threw ideas all over the place. So if it doesn't make much since, don't say I didn't warn you. Reviews would be appreciated. And flames are always more than welcome, I think it's my turn too start the camp fire anyway.
Liberty's POV
B-
I can't believe that I, Liberty Van Zandt, received a B- on my Literature Essay.
It must be some mistake.
Any brainless cretin could write an essay, but I'm not a brainless cretin.
I don't just write essays, I write excellent essays. I write essays that get A's and teacher notes on the top that say 'outstanding job, Liberty, you've really outdone yourself!"
But not today. Today I got a B- that, and a note that said 'your essay was okay, Liberty, but I was a little disappointed!"
WHAT!
OKAY, Liberty is never OKAY!
I'm brilliant, superb, but never just OKAY!
And I never 'disappoint'! I am the epitome of excellence. I'm a parents dream, and a teacher's fantasy. I'm the girl everyone on the faculty wants in their class. I'm the girl whose anyone's parents would proudly claim to be their own.
But not today.
And it's all his fault.
His face was at the end of every sentence. His smile was at the edge of every comma. Every time I would grip my pen, I would imagine gripping his hand. It was to much to handle!
I'm not one to crack under pressure, I usually laugh in its face, but this was different. It didn't help, that he was just two seats behind me. I could smell his scent whenever he would walk up to sharpen his pencil. The smell of Axe deodorant and French fries.
I could bathe in that smell all day.
I could hear him tap his foot on the desk legs repeatedly. He does that when he's nervous.
I could hear him crumble papers up uncontrollably. He does that when he's frustrated.
I could hear him sigh heavily. He does that when he's given up.
I could hear him chuckle lightly. He does that when he's up to something.
I could hear him tell the teacher something. Well he only does that when he has to go to the bathroom.
That's IT! I've lost it! Sanity, as I once knew it, has perished. I'm seriously considering psychiatric help. Anything, to get my mind off of HIM!!!
Why do the gods torture me so! Must they taunt me with his mere existence!
It's not fair!
Too be so intelligent, I really should have so this coming. I, Liberty Van Zandt, am head over heals in love.
So, to hell with B minuses, to hell with failure, to hell with disappointment
And the To HELL WITH THAT DAMN JT YORKE!!!