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iv

~*~ k r y o z ~*~

the homos

eric: did your presentation go okay? you know, for being spaghetti shirt and all?

as if, the teacher scoffed as soon as i walked to the front

tobi: it's not your fault lovely, he can't take points off because of that stupid prick's mistake

he most likely will

i sighed and stared at my phone's home screen and just watched as nothing changed, just as always. no one really cares.

*lucas smith has sent a chat*

excuse me? after everything that happened? he thinks that he can just message me after ruining my entire life within a span of 24 hours?

lucas s.
uh sorry for running into you

me
you called me a freak and hurt my shoulder

lucas s.
do i need to buy you new clothes or something? new shoulder blade?

god, the fucking nerve of this bitch to be sarcastic with me.

me
no.

i rolled my eyes at his sorry attempt to comfort me, or whatever that was.

*lucas smith has sent you a snapchat*

god, again? what is he trying to do? it's not like he's going to want to be my friend or anything, so why is he even trying to fix this?

unsurprisingly, it was another shirtless picture of him in the bathroom, with much less effort than the first, i must add.

me
why did you send me another one?
me
gonna threaten to punch my jaw in for looking at it or something?

lucas s.
i thought it would make you happy but apparently not, god

me

why do you hate me so much? what did i do? and why do you think nudes are the only way to fix your problems?

lucas s.
just forget i ever did anything

i was completely done trying to reason with him, not that i really tried very hard.

me
forget that you ruined my white shirt 30 minutes before a huge presentation? or forget that you sent me a half naked picture of yourself in your bathroom? which one, huh?

lucas s.
look i'm fucking sorry okay? just forget i ever did fucking anything to you and we can both just fucking move on

yeah, move on, okay. sure, that's so easy. let's try and make sense of this. all the sudden, the most popular guy in school, and your crush, sends you nudes but also is a fucking dick to you. yep, makes sense.

~*~

mr. winslow would not stop talking and it was driving me insane. i need to leave, even if it's just for a minute.

"may i use the restroom?" i asked in the middle of his sentence.

he rolled his eyes at me and glared. "only because you used proper grammar. hurry."

i quickly left the room and popped into the closest bathroom and locked myself in a stall. i let my mind wonder but all i could think about was lucas.

as if i want to fucking think about him, but i can't help it. even though he ruined my life, i still have a crush on him, and it pisses me off.

do i send another nude? i never sent one back, maybe i should? would he even want that? he did send me one yesterday to cheer me up, so maybe it'll help him?

i pulled up my shirt and snapped a quick picture of my abs before sending it.

me
sorry.

i hid my phone away and headed back to class. upon walking in, i locked eyes with lucas and i felt my whole face flare up. i quickly looked to the ground and hurried to my seat to work on my assignment.

"today we're going to be starting a lab about osmosis involving dialysis tubing. i have made a list of your partners so don't try and change. hanna and justin. yvette and faith. chelsea and andrew. xander and gavin. chloe and jessie. lucas and john. go to your partner and read the procedure."

no fucking way can i work with lucas, not after sending him a nude in the middle of class! oh no, he's coming over.

"i don't wanna talk so don't fucking try it, fucker," he mumbled as he pulled an unused chair up to the front of my desk. he sat there just staring at me with a glare.

i tried to ignore him and read the assignment, but i couldn't get the feeling of his peircing gaze off me. "what the hell are you staring at?"

"why did you send that?" he growled, narrowing his eyes.

"i was just sending one back for yesterday. i'm fucking sorry for whatever the hell i did. can we please just finish this and do the work? sooner we finish, sooner we don't have to talk, isn't that right?" i sassed, sarcastically smiling.

i ripped the paper off the desk and finished reading it before standing up to get the supplies. lucas followed behind me, annoyed. i shoved a beaker and graduated cylinder into his hand and walked away when it looked like he was going to protest. i started to set up the experiment as lucas just watched.

"don't forget to help your partner, lucas," mr. winslow reminded from behind him.

i looked up to him and watched him roll his eyes and look away from the table completely, causing me to roll my eyes as well.

"can you hold this?" i asked, scared for the responce.

"why?"

"so we can get done," i backmouthed, pointing to the dialysis tubing.

he rolled his eyes and went to grab it from me. our fingertips brushed against each other and i swear that it felt like sparks. i'm really not over him, am i?