"Kimmie...Kimmie? Kimmie!" she was yelling again.

"Yes ?" my reply was less than enthusiastic.

"Can you at least try to stay awake in my class.?" she was asking me to do something that I refused to do.

"Sure." I said, and went right back to sleeping, well that was until the classroom door opened.

"Sorry Ms. Baker for being so late, here I have a pass." it was just that Chris kid.

He always sat next to me in chemistry, he sucked massive balls, so he would cheat off of me for twenty bucks a pop. He was nice and everything, but had become a lot nicer after his dad kicked the bucket. He and I had that in common, the people we loved died, right before our eyes. But its not like we talked about it, totally.

Oh hey Chris, it sucks your dad got blown out of a window, I was gang raped and my two best friend were brutally beaten to death,-smile-.

Yea not really my style.

He took his place next to me.

"Hey Kimmie." he said, and I grunted a reply.

Class went on as normal, and before I could get a good nap in, the bell rang. We began filing out of the room, I passed the threshold, Chris was behind me, doing something with his phone. And bam! Johnny Perkins, the most annoying little shit in the school jumped right out in front of me.

"Hey Kim, mind if I walk with you?"

"No." was my only reply.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime-I'll buy." he pleaded with me.

"No."

"Please?"

"No Johnny...good bye." I said as I turned the corner.

Talking to that kid was like stabbing yourself in the ears with ice picks.

"That was pretty harsh, but that kid is a fucking dick anyway." it was Chris, he and I had quite a few classes together.

"Well he just seems annoying to me." I replied.

"Hes nasty as shit, he talks about all the wet dreams he has about girls. Its so fucking nasty. Hes a fucking looser." he concluded.

"Yea I knew about the loser part." I laughed.

We walked into English literature, was looking at us like we had just killed her puppy or something.

We sat in the desks in one cluster.

"So I see you at Atomic a lot." he said.

"Good observation," I was being bitchy, "Ha yea, I'm there every Wednesday. Kinda a ritual." I said, sounding awkward.

"Well maybe one Wednesday I could buy you a drink or something, a strictly platonic thing..." he had fear in his face, but he was cute and nice.

"Sure what the hell, I need more friends." I laughed

he smiled, and for the first time in weeks I smiled back.

Wednesday rolled around and I ended up at Atomic after school like always. I had completely forgotten my conversation with Chris, and didn't expect anything out of the ordinary to happened. I paid for my comic and my raving raspberry slushy and sat at a table.

"Just couldn't wait for me could you?" he asked, sounding suave.

"Oh shit! Hey Chris, sorry, I just totally spaced." I said, embarrassment filled my face.

"It's totally fine. Here I'll buy you another comic instead...whats your favorite?"

"Anything where they don't have ridiculous powers." I laughed.

He walked away, and started searching. I was halfway done with my second when he came back.

"Batman?" he asked

"That is...actually one of my all time favorites." I smiled.

"Mine too." he said, as he showed me a identical comic.

We sat and talked for a while, he ordered me another slushy, and the evening ended up being pretty nice. I felt terrible when I told him that I had to leave. I lied and said that my mom wanted me home early tonight, but in all reality I just wanted to go satisfy my addiction.

We said our good byes and I ventured off into the city, thinking about Chris, and what a nice guy he was after all.