I look out the window as the teacher drones on about... X equials Y or some bullshit like that, I don't care enough to pay attention to be honest. This classroom is really fucking cold. Where's my hoodie? As I'm searching through my bag, someone drops their pen, which ends up near me. I pick the pen up and look to see who dropped it. Fuck. It's Clair. The rich asshole who has something against one of my best friends for being trans. What is her deal? She snatches her pen from my hand and sits back in her desk, glaring at me like I'm the one that dropped it. Fucking bitch. I just go back to searching for my hoodie- then the bell rings. Ugh. I shove my things in my bag and stand up, going out of class. But, Clair being Clair, she pushes past me, I trip and bang my head back against a table.
"Uh- fuck! That actually hurt" I scowl at Clair.
"Oops! I'm so sorry!"Clair apologizes in a fake sweet and innocent tone, then breaks the act, laughs, and turn on her heel, walking away from me. She is the worst person in this whole samn school. Why can't she leave me and my friends alone?!
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Teen FictionREAD THIS!!!! TW!!! lesbians, swearing, very small sexual implications idk maybe other things cough I'll add more warnings as I do more of this💔 Basically, this is based off a drama mini play about fucking SHIRTS WHAT- Anyways! {Human and high s...
