Plot Twist, I'm The Player

Chapter 5

I walked into school with my headphones in. I always wear them to drown out the sound from the bus. Currently Playing: Hotel Ceiling, by Rixton -Let the Road. Opal had texted me this morning, but I hadn't gotten around to checking it.

From Opal: " Aye Babe 😘 don't forget about the party 🎉! I'll take you from school to pick up stuff at your house, then go to Olivia's for the makeover to begin! We're gonna slutify you babe 👅💦 "

I had almost forgotten about the party! I was actually excited about it this, which was rare for me. As I walked down the hall to English, I began to take out my headphones and adjust the settings on my phone. Getting ready for class I went down the list. Brightness, down. Volume, down. Ringer, silent. Ready. Mr. Butthole droned on and on about something which I honestly did not care about. At all. I had come to the realization his real name was Mr. Rinford, as it was written across the bored. "You all seem to be in the need of a recap of everything you've learned, honestly," Mr. Butthole began, " So. Can anyone, please, tell me what a noun is?" I lazily raised my hand. "A noun is a person, place, thing, or idea, Mr. Bu- cough- Rinford." He suspiciously looked at me at the almost use of his nickname. About five minutes of class went by until I was annoyed again. A small paper airplane glided down onto my desk while Mr. Buttford ( I think I'll ship Mr. Butthole and Mr. Rinford together and call him Mr. Buttford ) was distracted writing on the board. I opened the airplane of annoyance and read the messy handwriting.

Will you be at the party tonight? - Colby

I turned around, with the note visibly in my hand, and gave Colby a thumbs up and a smile. He nodded and smiled back. More incredibly slow minutes ticked by. Finally the bell signaling the end of English rang. I felt a bubbly feeling, equivalent to winning a prize. English was over! Six more horribly wretched classes to go. Yaaay. Not. On to my next class. Boring. The class after that? Boring. The next class was .... Dramatic pause.... Boring. Finally lunch time.

On my way to lunch, I felt a strong pair of arms pull me away from the flow of my classmates. I immediately came to the realization I was back in the janitors closet. Before I knew it, rope was on my legs and both my hands were held by two others. His hands almost doubled mine in size and easily overtook mine. I'm not a stick, but im not 100% muscle either, while I'm pretty sure he was. He easily overpowered me. He pressed his lips to mine and I observed that this was the same person from last time. Great, looks like this is a routine. Two days in a row now. Finally he released me and i felt the rope being tugged away from my legs. He spun me around and I heard the door click. He left without me getting a glimpse of him! Are you kidding me?