I'm sitting in class, my mind wandering somewhere when I get rudely snapped back into reality by a paper ball that hit my head.
It's him. It's always him. It's always Chase that disturbs my pace. I hate him, and he hates me. He loves to bother me though. Even if I don't pay him much mind, that's what he wants, and I refuse to give into his demands.
I look at the crumbled up paper ball on my desk, then I glance at him over my shoulder, he has that smug look on his face. I quirk an eyebrow and look back at the paper, holding it in my hand, debating if I should open it or not. He's done shit like this before, it's always some stupid insult or comment on my hair or outfit or something similar. I straighten the paper out anyway, "where's the harm in checking, right?" I think to myself as I unfold the paper ball.
"You look like you got bombed, did you brush your hair today? Or were you too busy thinking about me so you forgot? ;)"
I roll my eyes and crumble the paper with my hand, holding onto it. Fuck him, who cares what he thinks. But maybe if I spoke up for once? No, I'd just be biting the bait, I'll ignore him. I toss th paper away and look at the clock. 15 minutes. I'm mindlessly staring at the clock when another paper ball flies over my head. Another note. He's persistent today. I unfold the paper and read it.
"What? No sassy comment? Where's your inner fiery spirit huh?"
I frown and look at him over my shoulder. He's already staring at me with a smirk.
"Suck my dick", I whisper.
He chuckles and whispers, "I would if you had one, but you clearly don't since you have no balls to fight back~" he says in an almost sing like tone.
He always talks like that, not to everyone, only me, makes me wonder sometimes, does he get off on getting a raise out of me? Who cares? I shouldn't, and I don't.
I open my mouth to say something back but get cut off by the bell. He shoves his belongings into his bag and leaves the class, not giving me any time to argue. He always does that, never finishes what he starts, it makes my blood boil. Nevermind that, I'll get him next time.
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