A Student / Teacher Relationship, chapter 16
Nick's POV:
Why do I always lose when it comes to coin tosses? Becky's a big girl, she can do things on her own. I guessed tales against Katie to bring Becky back out here, get her drunk, and maybe I might have a homecoming date. Ha, ha yeah... But anyways I still don't want to. That Whats-His-Face teacher creeps me out. Eyeliner? Tight pants? Come on might as well spell "faggot" on his forehead. Ben, dumbass. He's the only person I know that would decide to gay bash at a school function. Very entertaining though.
Entering through the same double doors, I stood alone in the artsy hall. I never had reason to come here before since it served as a refuge for the band/orchestra geeks, choir nerds obsessing over Rent and Les Miserables, and for the emos/ goths to paint pretty pictures. Fuck that, go slit your wrists a couple more times and get a life, homos.
I assume she took him into the most obvious place, the bathroom on account the nurse's office would be locked. Being accustomed to the silence, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the screech of a chair.
"What the-" It could be just a janitor. No, they're all outside cleaning up after us. Eh, what the hell, I'll check it out. Creeping down the music department where I guess the noise came from, I noticed all of the doors were mostly open except for one that was left ajar. Let's see what's behind door number 1. Placing my hand on the knob, preparing to push it open, I stole a glance through the crack. HOLY SHIT! FUCK, NO, COCKSUCKER! Becky, my Becky is fucking kissing that fag teacher! Whoa, no this is NOT happening. It's impossible! I rubbed my eyes which really didn't make any difference since they were still there.
Feeling like forever, they continued to madly kiss each other making me more and more sick, How could she do this to me? I think I've been in love with her since kindergarten when we played the Adams Family version of house; I, being Gomez and her, Mortisha. As soon as my mom picked me up at school after the first day, I told her about how I met an angel and that I was going to marry her some day. I know better now. I'm always just the good friend, thought of on an effeminate stance than boyfriend material. Fuck, this isn't my fault! How could he do this?! How old is he? I don't know, ancient? They can't be together, it's illegal. Ew, oh no no, what?! Becky don't take off his shirt! Dammit don't let her! The urge to barge in and put an end to this insanity quickly died when they broke apart. Finally you both come to your senses.
"I love you," he said. Bastard, no you don'! I do! Becky stood there in his arms several seconds looking like she was thinking her responsible over. Don't say it! Please!
"I love you too, Billie," she replied. They shared a genuine smile and began to lip lock once again. Did someone just kick me in the head? That's Billie? The Billie she has been seeing all this time? The Billie where she would snap at me at the mere mention of his name? The orally glued together couple just now stumbled out of sight to do god only knows what. I backed away and ran.
My POV:
Wow... So that's what it's like... I'm going to count this as my first time. Three years ago coming into high school and learning in this room. I never would have imagined that I would have "done it" twice on the cold floor. Utterly amazing... Shit no brain don't! Don't start thinking! Heart do something!
Ever get the feeling where going into something you think is a good idea, but afterwards you're not seeing the silver lining in your actions? Well I am seriously starting to regret this when I looked over and saw Billie Joe's wedding ring taunting me.
"What's wrong?" Billie Joe nudged me.
"I'm going back outside." I got up and casually raced for my clothes scattered on the tile. By simply thinking about how this scene might come across and how far-fetched it seems, I grew very embarrassed and practically fell over on a chair while pulling my jeans up to my hips. "Shit."
"Come on stay." He pushed himself up against the wall. Yanking my hoody on I found tossed on the other side of the room, my hi-tops were thankfully together. This is awful. Yes I kissed him, but I wasn't thinking! It was like 'Hey I'm full of lust how bout we fuck?' But get me out of here. "What the fuck..." I heard him sigh. Loop, swoop, tug at the laces, crap I effed it up. Jeez I'll tie 'em on later. "Why do you have to go outside now?"
"I need to reach an alcohol level of at least .08"
"You have the need to get trashed because?" Because I'm a hypocrite.
"No reason. How's your nose?"
"It's fine but-"
"Later." I walked out of the room without looking back to see his aggravation. This sucks. I'm so sick of doing this to him. In the opinion of an outsider they'd say, "THEN DON'T!" But it's not that easy.
The long walk to the fest was a lonely one. Stepping outside, I felt like everyone's eyes were on me and they knew exactly what I had just done. It only took a few seconds to see my friends in practically the same spot where I left them. I walked over and I recieved my beloved looks of resentment.
"What was that? An hour?" Josh shrugged, analyzing the hands of his watch.
"I believe so." Katie agreed. Finally putting a stop to the dead man's saunter, I saw they each had a drink. Need one. I snatched Josh's cup out of his hand.
"HEY!" he protested, but he was too late. I had already started to chug. Yum rum and coke. With each gulp going over maximum capacity in my mouth so that drops would drizzle down my chin, the drink was gone in a matter of seconds. Inhale, exhale, they stared at me flabbergasted.
"More." I shoved whatever money I could find in my pocket into Josh's hand.
"Becky, this is a twenty."
"Yeah so?"
"Drinks are a buck fifty each."
"... Drinks all around then!" Cheers came from my small group of friends. I'm happy for making them happy even if it is through alcohol. My gaze scanned their excited faces and stopped on Paige. "All except you." I pointed at her thus the anorexic deer in headlights.
"What?" she squeaked.
"Not for you. I don't like you. Go the fuck away." After a tension filled moment, she inched away into the dunk tank crowd.
"Becky that was mean!" Lea scolded my bluntness.
"What do you expect? She's a leech."
"Yah but still-"
"Hey I didn't see any of you pushing for her to stay." The Paige Defenders fell silent. They never liked her much either.
"Ok, ok no big loss," Katie interjected. "What the hell Josh? Go get our drinks bitch!"
"Yes ma'am," he saluted and marched towards the senior stand.
"Where's Nick?" I looked around not seeing his obnoxious hair.
"I don't know. We thought he was with you, because we sent him inside awhile ago to go get you and he never came back out. Wait, never mind I see him." She squinted off into the distance. "That reminds me, why did you go help and what pray tell took you oh so long?"
"Uh 1. ok 2. No one else was going to and 3. stop making me think so much."
"Take it." A red cup was shoved into my hand along with a wad of bills.
"No, keep the change. I might need you to go back later... Ok ready, ready? Go!" I pressed the ridge to my lips and my friends followed suit. Let's erase some mistakes, mainly me.
Why do I always lose when it comes to coin tosses? Becky's a big girl, she can do things on her own. I guessed tales against Katie to bring Becky back out here, get her drunk, and maybe I might have a homecoming date. Ha, ha yeah... But anyways I still don't want to. That Whats-His-Face teacher creeps me out. Eyeliner? Tight pants? Come on might as well spell "faggot" on his forehead. Ben, dumbass. He's the only person I know that would decide to gay bash at a school function. Very entertaining though.
Entering through the same double doors, I stood alone in the artsy hall. I never had reason to come here before since it served as a refuge for the band/orchestra geeks, choir nerds obsessing over Rent and Les Miserables, and for the emos/ goths to paint pretty pictures. Fuck that, go slit your wrists a couple more times and get a life, homos.
I assume she took him into the most obvious place, the bathroom on account the nurse's office would be locked. Being accustomed to the silence, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the screech of a chair.
"What the-" It could be just a janitor. No, they're all outside cleaning up after us. Eh, what the hell, I'll check it out. Creeping down the music department where I guess the noise came from, I noticed all of the doors were mostly open except for one that was left ajar. Let's see what's behind door number 1. Placing my hand on the knob, preparing to push it open, I stole a glance through the crack. HOLY SHIT! FUCK, NO, COCKSUCKER! Becky, my Becky is fucking kissing that fag teacher! Whoa, no this is NOT happening. It's impossible! I rubbed my eyes which really didn't make any difference since they were still there.
Feeling like forever, they continued to madly kiss each other making me more and more sick, How could she do this to me? I think I've been in love with her since kindergarten when we played the Adams Family version of house; I, being Gomez and her, Mortisha. As soon as my mom picked me up at school after the first day, I told her about how I met an angel and that I was going to marry her some day. I know better now. I'm always just the good friend, thought of on an effeminate stance than boyfriend material. Fuck, this isn't my fault! How could he do this?! How old is he? I don't know, ancient? They can't be together, it's illegal. Ew, oh no no, what?! Becky don't take off his shirt! Dammit don't let her! The urge to barge in and put an end to this insanity quickly died when they broke apart. Finally you both come to your senses.
"I love you," he said. Bastard, no you don'! I do! Becky stood there in his arms several seconds looking like she was thinking her responsible over. Don't say it! Please!
"I love you too, Billie," she replied. They shared a genuine smile and began to lip lock once again. Did someone just kick me in the head? That's Billie? The Billie she has been seeing all this time? The Billie where she would snap at me at the mere mention of his name? The orally glued together couple just now stumbled out of sight to do god only knows what. I backed away and ran.
My POV:
Wow... So that's what it's like... I'm going to count this as my first time. Three years ago coming into high school and learning in this room. I never would have imagined that I would have "done it" twice on the cold floor. Utterly amazing... Shit no brain don't! Don't start thinking! Heart do something!
Ever get the feeling where going into something you think is a good idea, but afterwards you're not seeing the silver lining in your actions? Well I am seriously starting to regret this when I looked over and saw Billie Joe's wedding ring taunting me.
"What's wrong?" Billie Joe nudged me.
"I'm going back outside." I got up and casually raced for my clothes scattered on the tile. By simply thinking about how this scene might come across and how far-fetched it seems, I grew very embarrassed and practically fell over on a chair while pulling my jeans up to my hips. "Shit."
"Come on stay." He pushed himself up against the wall. Yanking my hoody on I found tossed on the other side of the room, my hi-tops were thankfully together. This is awful. Yes I kissed him, but I wasn't thinking! It was like 'Hey I'm full of lust how bout we fuck?' But get me out of here. "What the fuck..." I heard him sigh. Loop, swoop, tug at the laces, crap I effed it up. Jeez I'll tie 'em on later. "Why do you have to go outside now?"
"I need to reach an alcohol level of at least .08"
"You have the need to get trashed because?" Because I'm a hypocrite.
"No reason. How's your nose?"
"It's fine but-"
"Later." I walked out of the room without looking back to see his aggravation. This sucks. I'm so sick of doing this to him. In the opinion of an outsider they'd say, "THEN DON'T!" But it's not that easy.
The long walk to the fest was a lonely one. Stepping outside, I felt like everyone's eyes were on me and they knew exactly what I had just done. It only took a few seconds to see my friends in practically the same spot where I left them. I walked over and I recieved my beloved looks of resentment.
"What was that? An hour?" Josh shrugged, analyzing the hands of his watch.
"I believe so." Katie agreed. Finally putting a stop to the dead man's saunter, I saw they each had a drink. Need one. I snatched Josh's cup out of his hand.
"HEY!" he protested, but he was too late. I had already started to chug. Yum rum and coke. With each gulp going over maximum capacity in my mouth so that drops would drizzle down my chin, the drink was gone in a matter of seconds. Inhale, exhale, they stared at me flabbergasted.
"More." I shoved whatever money I could find in my pocket into Josh's hand.
"Becky, this is a twenty."
"Yeah so?"
"Drinks are a buck fifty each."
"... Drinks all around then!" Cheers came from my small group of friends. I'm happy for making them happy even if it is through alcohol. My gaze scanned their excited faces and stopped on Paige. "All except you." I pointed at her thus the anorexic deer in headlights.
"What?" she squeaked.
"Not for you. I don't like you. Go the fuck away." After a tension filled moment, she inched away into the dunk tank crowd.
"Becky that was mean!" Lea scolded my bluntness.
"What do you expect? She's a leech."
"Yah but still-"
"Hey I didn't see any of you pushing for her to stay." The Paige Defenders fell silent. They never liked her much either.
"Ok, ok no big loss," Katie interjected. "What the hell Josh? Go get our drinks bitch!"
"Yes ma'am," he saluted and marched towards the senior stand.
"Where's Nick?" I looked around not seeing his obnoxious hair.
"I don't know. We thought he was with you, because we sent him inside awhile ago to go get you and he never came back out. Wait, never mind I see him." She squinted off into the distance. "That reminds me, why did you go help and what pray tell took you oh so long?"
"Uh 1. ok 2. No one else was going to and 3. stop making me think so much."
"Take it." A red cup was shoved into my hand along with a wad of bills.
"No, keep the change. I might need you to go back later... Ok ready, ready? Go!" I pressed the ridge to my lips and my friends followed suit. Let's erase some mistakes, mainly me.
