As soon as the principal finishes the announcement everyone starts to cheer.
"Let the games being!" Michael shouts as everyone cheers with him.
I roll my eyes and look over at Isabella. "hey, I'm gonna go, see you later" I say. "bye" Isabella says and waves gently at me.
I start to walk to my class.
I have always liked going to class early for some reason. the halls are empty and there is peace and quiet.
I get to my class and sit down on the floor. the classroom is locked because the lesson starts in about 30 minutes from now.
I rest the back of my head on the wall and close my eyes.
"hey uh, can i sit next to you?" The voice of the fuck boy makes me open my eyes. I look up to see a tired Luke with a sad expression on his face.
He's probably sad because his micro sized dick fell off.
"sure" I mutter.
He slides down next to me and sighs.
"why did you leave Fuckpool?" I ask looking at him.
"I had a fight with my friends" he says sighing. "they kicked me out of the group" he says.
I widen my eyes.
a fuck boy is nothing without his friends.
he's probably not a fuck boy any more.
I gulps. "why?" I ask, still stunned.
"because I didn't want to do drugs with them" He muttered running his hands through his messy blond hair.
"oh" I say biting my lip. "that sucks"
He sighs. "yeah"
we sit in silence for a few moments.
okay, is this opposite day or something? because I ain't buying this shit.
but maybe what if he changed? what if he actually isn't a fuck boy any more?
wait what the fuck am I saying? once a fuck boy, always a fuck boy.
he can't change!
you guys don't know how many ideas are in my head atm. holy shit XD