As If It Could Get Any Worse
Tenth grade Biology. Whose bright idea was it force teenagers to sit quietly in a room for over an hour bored out of their minds with no naps and no food? By the middle of 1st period, I was so ready to be out of there. Ms. Goth may be one of most awesome neighbors I've ever had, but as a science teacher she's insufferable. As I leaned my head on my palm and attempted to pry my eyes open for the millionth time, the most annoying thing, besides Ms. Goth's voice, happened to me. Dustin Broke happened. He actually poked me on the shoulder like I was a piece of medium rare steak and whispered to me, "How you holding up, Lil? Seems like you were about to fall asleep." I didn't turn around because, number one, if I got one more detention, I'd get suspended and, number two, I really didn't want to talk to my sister's loser boyfriend. He poked me again, as if I didn't notice the first time. " I was doing just fine until you started stabbing me with your pencil." I leaned my heard on the other shoulder.
" Hey, what's your grade in this class?" Great, he wanted to make small talk.
"What's it to you?" Lame, I know, but would he really notice?
"Well, if you need help, I could tutor you?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm content with my grades." But, even then he wouldn't shut up.
"I know how much you and Angela don't get along, but she did tell me your parents aren't letting you try for your license until you bring home better grades." He said with that stupid smirk he uses to make Angela swoon and me barf. At this point, I was so annoyed, that I had to turn around just to get the point across. I didn't actually plan on talking as loud as I did, that just surprised me.
"Well, " I said as I turned around. "You can tell Angela to leave family business with the family." I didn't know I was yelling until Ms. Goth's monotone voice was silent and the entire classroom was staring at me.
"Well, Miss Pleasant, if you would rather discuss 'family business' with Mr. Broke instead of learn about cell structure, then I suggest you take a trip to detention."
As I mentioned before, this wasn't the first time I was sent out of class. This was, however, the only time it was caused by someone besides me. My face got so hot and I knew it was turning red so I kept my head down as I walked up to Ms. Goth and took the detention slip. I only turned back for a second to see that everyone else had returned to their work. Everyone except Dustin, who saw me looking at him and flashed that stupid smirk before going back to his notes.