Too Close [Wattys2015]

Chapter 2: Butt hurt Jerk

"Get out of my way, weirdo." A stranger said to me as I walked down the halls Monday morning.

"Oh because you can't go around me?" I snap at the stranger.

The girl rolls her eyes. "I couldn't get around that huge body of yours."

I snorted. "Okay so you're trying to call me fat. Nice one. Well to tell you the truth, with me not living up to your standards, I obviously don't take up the whole hall. So you could have easily ignored the rude comments out of your mouth." I didn't think I was that fat. I mean I'm not as skinny as her, but still.

"Honey you don't take up the whole hall, which I'm glad you don't. And what about the comments coming out of your mouth?" The girl threw back, glaring at me.

"What? I can't help that they are the truth. Maybe you could use my words as a reference by telling the truth. It'd save you a lot of hassle." I retorted, then walked away with the last words.

The classes were boring and slow, as usual. Not to mention the pounds of homework the teachers dumped on us.

When lunch came around during the torturing school, I went to the library.

In seeks of books and quiet is what I wanted, so, the library would fulfill my needs. I entered the library and looked for a book.

I saw a book I'd been dying to read and scrambled to it. But instead, I went face first to the ground.

How did I trip on just the floor itself?

Without anymore thoughts, I looked at the source to see a teen sleeping against the row of books.

I usually would have just walked away, but I found it amusing that a guy is asleep and also I was slightly annoyed at him for tripping me. Even though he was totally asleep it was kind of his fault.

I looked in my bag, pulled out a sharpie and doodled all kinds of things on his face - some were not very mature.

When I was done I kinda felt bad - he didn't even know he tripped me. I decided to doodle one last thing before I bolted out of the library.

I inched forwards, pressing the sharpie against his cheek. I slowly began to dry a -never mind you don't wanna know- on his face.

His eyes bolted open, making me jump and fall backwards.

"What the-" he looked at me. "Who are you and why were you watching me sleep?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I was not watching you sleep. I was getting back at you."

"Getting back at me?" His voice full of confusion, scrunching up his eyebrows. "Do I even know you?"

"No you don't know me. And I don't want you to." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Then why were you watching me sleep?!?" He said, eyes wide.

"God, I wasn't watching you sleep. You tripped me. And I got back at you." I said, crossing my arms stubbornly.

He glared at me. "How did you get back at me." His eyes traveled down to my hands with a sharpie with no lid. I watched his face come full of realization. "You didn't."

I slowly let the smrik fall onto my face. "I did."

"You son of a -" He stood up and went to the bathroom. I followed, hoping to see his hilarious reaction.

"Are you following me to the bathroom?" He snapped.

"I'm not going into that God's forsaken place."