Chapter 4

Tessa glared suspiciously at me a little longer then rolled her eyes and retorted, "you better know what you're doing." With that dealt with we headed to class, Lucca coming and interrupting our walk to put his arm around me like yesterday.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" He grinned as he clearly butted in, probably thinking I caved on our deal already.

I put on a sweet smile and replied, "Just girl stuff."

He chuckled along while Tessa scoffed, "none of your business." Lucca didn't even blink at her comment. I kept my act up as I got walked to class that Lucca was unfortunately in and Tessa was not, fricken English.

While the three of us were still walking together I added, "we were talking about the usual girly stuff, you know, periods, vaginas, how our boobs are, make–up and such. I didn't know you had an interest in that stuff, but oh it's such a relief I can just be completely open with you about that stuff!" I knew it would supremely piss him off, and I'm extremely surprised I actually thought of that shit to say since I suck at comeback type things. After awkwardly telling me he doesn't need to know any of that stuff, Tess had to peel off from us and go a different direction while laughing her ass off. Once we got to our class Lucca just ignored my little skit while proudly kicking the person beside where he usually sits out of their spot, forcing me to sit there instead. I smiled as I sat down, but inside I rolled my eyes and envisioned punching him in his dumb, smug ass face. Even the teacher rolled her eyes. I'm not looking forward to when everyone's stares turn to stunned waiting, practically stalking us for when we "break up". I feel like I'm already invaded and violated by that just from the thought.

Class was, oh what do you fricken know, boring. I wasn't allowed to zone out for it though, because Lucca the asshole kept god damn bugging me and trying to make it like couple bugging. However, we both know he was actually trying to piss me off to try and make me slip up. Unfortunately for him I accepted that challenge and will be glad to make him lose. I played along and flirtatiously bugged him right back, Lucca blinking in surprise at first, still for some reason surprised by my acting skills. Then he continued to annoy me endlessly for the rest of class. Least I hate poetry anyways and have no interest in putting effort in this section. Finally the bell rang and we headed to our next class, which I still didn't have with Tessa since she's in all the harder versions of academic classes. I'm too stupid and bored to be able to be in those classes. Even the teachers think I'm extremely fucking stupid and have tried putting me in special "get your homework done with extra help" blocks. But yeah no, they gave up once they realized I am in fact capable of doing homework/getting work done in general, I just find it all so boring and useless that I don't waste my fricken time.

Lucca thankfully didn't stay in my math class this time and I was able to work in peace, got all my work caught up surprisingly. Then just doodled in the back of my binder, would love to doodle about how much I hate existing, but I don't want to risk anyone seeing it since dumbass rude teachers tend to flip through your binder to try and find the shit they're talking to you about. One of my old "extra help" class teachers at least used to annoyingly encourage me to continue practicing drawing original shit instead of being great at copying other peoples art work. Unfortunately it was futile, all that resulted from that was a decently nice looking, simple as fuck sharpie drawing and a ridiculous, fucked to shit unicorn one because I was that bored out of my mind. Tis also why I don't ever bother with being positive or optimistic. No point in it, anytime I have genuinely tried and put every ounce of belief I could muster into a positive, hopeful thought, it shot, stabbed and ripped my back and heart apart as it backfired worse than miserably. And that was on simple things, nothing crazy like "oh I sure hope and know that this person is going to give me expensive shit for free" or some stupid thing like that. This was on stuff like "It's gonna be a good day today" then my cat fucking died. And that's actually happened fricken twice. Yes totally works to be happy and optimistic. Then my pet snake died. I lost all my friends one by one every time I was positive, so I fucking give up. And everyone wonders why I try and keep to myself. Hmm..?? Couldn't possibly be from oh I don't know.. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FORCING ME TO BE ALONE AND WANTING TO FUCKING DIE. Not it at flippin alllll!!

Fuck anyways guess I'll go to my next stupid class now that it's break, for a whole not even ten bloody minutes. Had drawing next so I just headed to the art room, not bothering to pray to every god in existence that Lucca doesn't try and find me. And what do you know? Being negative made the crap I want to actually happen, happen. He didn't come bother me. Not even twenty minutes into class. I worked silently on our project, which was a charcoal still-life drawing. I was so focused I didn't hear the teacher tell us class was almost over, so we should start cleaning up and I didn't hear the bell ring either.

Then I forced myself to not jump due to a certain pain in my ass touching my shoulder and saying, "Wow really like your art work huh? Too bad it looks like shit."

Once he finished speaking I scoffed and spat back, "Wow, fucking thanks. Know what else looks like shit? You." Then I packed everything up and carefully placed my giant drawing away in a safe place, shooting a glare from the corner of my eye at him before swiftly leaving the room.

"And uh, where exactly are you going? Not like your friend, whatever her name is, is gonna hang out with you. Saw her suckin some guys face off under a tree." He called after me, not loud enough for anyone else to really hear. Since the teacher wasn't anywhere to be seen it didn't really matter if we were quiet or not. That kind of stabbed my heart a little.. Sure I already knew she was with her boyfriend per usual, but his words reminded me how hurt I get by that fact.

"Who says I need to hang out with anyone at lunch? Last I checked no one ever fricken does so why do you care? Oh wait you don't." I shot back, continuing out the room and going outside. No clue where I'm gonna go but as long as it's at least alone I didn't really care. He tried following but I went into the pool right beside our school and zigg-zagged all over the place through there, including rooms I know I'm not supposed to go in but knew exactly how to get through them. Let's just say I got severely bored and tested my luck with my Loser-Invisibility and that's how I know the entire layout. I thankfully ended up losing him in there and quickly left, heading to the nearest hidden spot and continued speed walking from there. I went home, shocking myself at how fast I got there, and snacked on some crackers we had in the cupboard. I sat on the couch and watched twenty minutes of a show before I had to leave in order to be on time for class. I almost texted my mom saying I felt really sick so I could skip last block but decided against it. I blared my music on my walk back to school, keeping my pissed emotion instead of letting it be known that I desperately want to cry. As I walked through the parking lot I felt someone walking way too close behind me all of a sudden so I whipped a fist at them as I turned and ended up punching Lucca in the chest.

"Jesus fuck what the hell!"

I heard him yell over my music so I pulled my earbuds out and yelled back, "Then don't creep up on someone! You're just lucky you're too tall for me to have punched your damn face!"

"Pf, you call that a punch? Doubt I'd even feel you punch my face." Lucca retorted, actually laughing.

I glared at him and questioned, smirking evilly, "Let's try it out shall we??"

He just snorted and rolled his eyes replying in a bored tone, "Try it and say good bye to everything." Then he rested his arm on my shoulders and forced me to start walking into the school.