So far in school the only thing I looked forward to was lunch and learning. Besides looking at freaking lookin' teachers. What was wrong with me? I was actually enjoying about half of the classes. Bad freshman. Bad bad freshman. I'll go hit myself just to snap out of my academic happy trance.
Or I could just look at my math teacher.
He had small, rounded black eyes with matching bottle cap glasses and long hairy black spider legs sprouting out of his spinal cord with no regard for his lab coat. His hair screamed Einstein, only it was black and not as thin. As he spoke about quantum theories or whatever was on his agenda his voice rolled a bit in his medium high pitch voice that reminded her of the old cartoons that used to show on Saturday mornings. TV land. Sigh, I missed that channel. What happened to it again? Oh yeah, waking up at two in the afternoon. I'll try to get up earlier.
His voice was like the Jetsons. Or did the voice remind me of the Flinstones? She needed to brush up on small, intellectual voices from old cartoons.
The bell rung and I shook my head, thoughts of strange looking teachers flying from my mind.
Time for my favorite past time.
I really needed a life if the only thing I enjoyed was talking to Peace. His name is Peace, yet he is the opposite. You would die of shock.. or laughter.. if he did anything remotely peaceful. Yet he allows me to invade his space on a daily basis. Two days so far. Three if he lets me bug him today.
"Hi, gorgeous." I tainted my greeting with a ridiculous Boston accent, making my semi-compliment seem cheesy and overrated. Just how I wanted it.
"You're certifiable." He mumbled while reading his book.
"Do you eat? Just wondering." I asked, taking out my bento box.
"I get free dinner." He stated. Apparently he wasn't one for long heartfelt conversations about his feelings. Thank god for that.
"So you skip lunch?"
"Not hungry during the day."
"You skip breakfast too? You're more anorexic then my friend's cousin's best friend's brother's girlfriend who's dream is to be a model." He stared, "Her diet consists of Special K, and even then she has breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
"Do you get kicks out of making yourself seem like a stupid ditzy teenager with your aimless rambling?" Aw, that means he thinks I'm smart!
"Sometimes. Others it's just a force of habit." I shoved my half eaten teriyaki and rice towards him and glared, "Eat."
"Your leftovers?"
"Hell no, I'm hungry dammit. But you are too, despite your lack of knowledge when it comes to your stomach. So I'm going to force you to eat."
"Hell no." He mocked.
"You're an ass. Now eat."
"Flattery will get you know where." He smirked and I mock gasped.
"Did you sort of not really make a joke?"
"Don't push it."
And to my surprise, he actually started eating my awesome Japanese cooking.
Boy, that kid was whipped.
Author's Apologies: Sorry it's been a long time since I updated, and it's so short too. I'm having a bit of a writer's block. Or just creative block in general. Blame it on family or whatever. I'll try and post a chapter for the wonderful Kira and her Harry Potter situation soon.