Crestfallen

"Hey, nutcase!" My best friend called from the other end of the hall. Half the students looked up at her and then over at me. I mentally face palmed myself as I walked down the hallway with my head down. My hand subconsciously tightened around the strap of my backpack.

"Thanks for that." I muttered, angrily running my tan hand through my golden blonde hair.

Her big brown eyes held innocence as she shrugged. "Thanks for what?" She asked with a malicious smile on her glossy lips.

"As if you don't know." I sneered playfully, tucking my backpack into my locker. "You know, you'd think the school would build lockers wider than the average width of a backpack. Then again, maybe they're just trying to decrease the amount of kids that get shoved into lockers."

"Yeah, maybe." Macy replied, shutting her locker with her binders in hand. "Or they didn't pass geometry because they had Mr. Labonte as a teacher." She snapped, holding out her math exam which was marked as a 46% in angry red marker.

"Ugh, so true." I agreed, giving her a sympathetic look. A loud yelp echoed through the hallway and I looked over to my left. Lo and behold, a kid was behind shoved into a locker by none other than Jeremy Storm, the school prick.

Most people consider him to be the resident bad boy, but in my eyes, he's just one of the many bad guys who seem to rule this world by walking all over people.

"I guess my locker assumption was inaccurate, you win," I said, smiling at Macy. She leaned against her locker which was conveniently beside mine.

currently smashing some poor kid into the lockers. I

almost felt bad for him for a moment there," I told her, unable to remove my eyes from the scene. No one dared stand in his way. Everyone loved him and he loved them as long as

help him get rid of all that pent up energy any way he wanted." She purred, lust pooling in

personal punching bag, not what I think you mean." I tried, pleading

he wanted." She cooed, putting her hands on

I shuffled away from my sex-addicted best friend, I was pretty

class and sat in the back of the

conjugate them. Yes, it's just as boring as it sounds. Ten minutes into class, someone opened the

note-taking to see who it was. To my surprise, it was Jeremy Storm. He

the first semester? That's quite risky, isn't it?" She questioned aloud. When he made no move to reply, she simply smiled. "Bienvenue dans notre classe de français, j'espère qui vous parlez au moins un peu de Français." [Welcome to our French class, I hope you speak

with a smirk. I was confused. Did that mean he understood French because he knew what she said, or he didn't because he

can take his spot." She told Jeremy. I looked to my left, the only seat beside mine, and silently

did because rumour has it that he's almost