"I'll make sure to confront you after class" I snapped my eyes moving back to the lesson. I tried my best to listen but it was getting more and more difficult with bathroom boy's presence. It was shocking to me how he just sit there and make me feel so annoyed, that's the effect he had on me.
"Will you now" He laughed stretching his legs out on the empty seat in front of him.
"You're such a douche" I whispered back quietly while writing in my notebook about the lesson.
"I'll make sure to include your input when the movie comes out" He replied slyly. He had completely stopped paying attention to the lesson now and had his attention placed directly on me and my every move.
"It'll be like the movies they make about criminals" I hissed sharply.
"Really? What's your favorite movie genre then" He asked brushing back the hair that was around his face.
"I don't like movies" I mumbled my eyes staying glued to the powerpoint.
"Everybody likes movies" He commented moving more close to me. I started to get more and more nervous and felt a lump in my throat starting to form.
"Consider me the exception" I muttered back quietly.
"I guess you are" He said with a smug smile. He looked as if he were studying every single thing that i did. It didn't matter if I were just placing down my pencil or tucking my hair behind my ear. He'd find something to be intrigued by.
This went on for the rest of class and it just got more and more difficult to restrain myself from attacking him. I thought that when class ended he'd finally leave me alone but God wasn't on my side today.
"I think we should play twenty questions" He told me and I groaned back in annoyance.
"I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you play the game with me" He said grabbing my arm and leading me out of the room. I had three hours until my next class and I did need him to stop following me around like some paparazzi guy trying to get pictures.
"One game and that's it" I hissed pulling my arm out of his grasp.
"I wouldn't want to ruin your schedule" He replied back sarcastically. That reminded me to check my daily planner. It may seem boring to some people but I liked having the things I was going to do planned weeks in advance. I didn't like surprises and differing from my list for the day.
Out of nowhere Vinnie grabbed my planner and started flipping through the pages.
"Go to the grocery store and buy spinach" He read and gagged in disgust.
"I hate spinach" He retorted still reading my past lists for what I had to do that day.
"Another way we're different" I snapped grabbing my planner and holding it close.
"Can we just play this stupid game already" I fumed tapping my foot impatiently.
"What's your relationship with your parents like" He questioned and I didn't know if I should lie or be honest.
"It couldn't be any better" I lied looking up at the sky instead of Vinnie.
"You look away when you lie" He said, his smile now dropping.
"I do not" I yelled back defensively crossing my arms.
"Be honest" He spoke up raising his voice. I felt like I was being questioned by police and they could see right through me.
"I don't talk to them much at all, They're judgmental as Hell and have never been impressed with anything I do. I was literally Valedictorian and my dad couldn't make it because of my sister's stupid parent - teacher conference." I explained truthfully wiping a tear from my cheek. I took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"They don't deserve you" He told me trying to cheer me up. I laughed a little and for the first time in awhile I had a genuine smile across my face.
"Are your parents as bad as mine" I asked changing the subject from me to him.
"They're fine" He mumbled under his breath and licked his lips nervously.
"You're going to have to give me more than that" I said and felt like I was actually grilling him on this.
"Why do you want to know so bad" He snapped starting to get angry.
"I was honest and explained my shit so now you have to" I said putting him on the spot.
"I'm not answering you're stupid question" He hollered out turning his back on me. I don't think he realizes that he doesn't just get to pick and choose which questions he answers. I had to answer the question so he should too.
"If you don't answer the question then I'm leaving" I spat angrily. He didn't turn around or say anything so I took that as not answering the question. Right when I started to walk away he suddenly spoke up.
"They're dead" He screamed out sharply.
"Shit" I muttered my jaw dropping in shock. I really did not expect him to say that and didn't know what i could say back that would make him feel any better than he does now.
"You wanted me to be honest and now you're just going to stand there silent" He called out furiously.
It felt like somebody had glued me to the floor because I couldn't move a muscle. I wanted to run up to him and try to cheer him up but I just couldn't.
"Say something, anything" He yelled running up to me and shaking me. He must of brought me back to reality because I could now move and speak properly.
"Ask me a question" I finally responded back.
He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down, "Why photography" He questioned. Finally an easy question to answer.
"It gets me out. It makes me see things I'd otherwise not see and It forces me to look at the world differently, also I can't draw for shit" I explained thinking of all my pictures that i'd taken.
"What got you into boxing" I asked curiously.
"It's just me. With other sports you have to rely on other people or you're team but not with boxing. Boxing is just two people in the ring punching each other. Also you can make a shit load of money" He told me and I could tell talking about boxing made him feel better. I smiled a little seeing him talk about something he was passionate about.
"I never really saw it that way" I laughed back.
"So who's your idol" He queried and I knew who very quickly.
"Paul Nicklen is definitely up there for me. For one, the guy's dedication to getting the shot is amazing. You've got to really care about something to spend hundreds of hours in freezing cold Arctic waters to get one shot" I explained to him smiling wide now.
"Your turn" I said, actually intrigued in who he would say.
"Myself of course" He answered back proud.
"Somebody other than yourself" I snapped pissed off.
"Muhammad Ali. He was a talented boxer who never gave up despite the outcome of the fight. He also dedicated his life to activism and helping people. I guess I kind of look up to him." He said quietly, I could tell he was a little embarrassed of the last part as he was looking around to see if anybody was watching.
"That's actually kind of nice" I commented giggling a little.
"So what's your favorite color, oh and you have to explain why" He asked me. Great another easy question, we're on a roll.
"Purple because it makes my eyes pop" I replied coolly.
"You're next" I uttered my eyes landing on the food truck to my left.
"Red because it's usually what I see all over my opponent at end of a boxing match" He replied cockily.
"First of all you have an ego problem and second of all I'm really craving food from the that food truck right now" I said starving for anything to eat.
"Would that be considered our first date" He questioned, that stupid smirk returning to his face.
"Only if you pay" I yelled back running fast to the food truck before the line could get any longer.
"Why the Hell are you so fast" I heard him scream from behind me.
"I'm naturally gifted in the art of running" I hollered out, My hair starting to fall out of the Updo I put it in. I could see him start to catch up so I ran faster. There was no way he was going to beat me to the food truck.
Once I got there, I saw some tall guy with curly Blonde hair in front of me. Why did he look so much like Vinnie? It couldn't be him. I literally just got here.
"You have really great hair" I blurted out awkwardly trying to see the guy's face. It was fucking Vinnie.
"You were totally still behind me" I said shocked.
"I happen to be naturally gifted in the art of running" He laughed, mocking my words.
"I hate you again" I snarled pushing him roughly with my elbows.
A/N - I'm just realizing i'm literally the writer and get to decide what happens (: