" i don't know if i've ever been good enough "

It was supposed to be another biology class, and I had the full intentions of tuning out the monotnous ramblings of thirty - something Mr. McBroy who I had no doubt still lived in his mother's basement. And what might I be doing whilst not paying attention at all? Doodling in my notebook - as usual. Well, what did you expect? Even though I was in AP Biology, I didn't give a sh*t. I was already settled in my seat, elbows pressed against the long two - seater table and my palms balancing my chin. My posture was slight slouched and absent as my gaze wandered towards the clock.
One hour to go.
A sigh loosened my lips, right hand shifting to push the auburn tresses from my vision, hues of chestnut, blonde and dip dyed colors of indigo and turquoise hiding my part and freeing my countenance from their constant annoyance. Fellow students began to steadily slip in from the hustle and bustle of the halls and into the harsh reality of high school. Turning my attention to a fresh blank page of lined paper, I proceeded in sketching. You see, my drawing prowess is fairly limited to canines. The creatures that I obsessed over as a kid were nwo the only decent thing I could draw - end of story. And so, one slowly began to form.
A movement tore me from my wistful haze, the distinct sounds of someone sitting next to me. With a slight start, my hand instantly went to cover my drawing, fingers apprehensively gripping the pencil as I did so and hazel facets flickering up to meet whatever bozo couldn't take a hint.
Who the hell does this guy think he is? wasn't it obvious that I had chosen to sit by myself for a reason? I worked well on my own anyways, having a partner envolved attempting conversation once you were finished and actually having to acknowledge their presence - not some of my strong suits. A guarded expression overcoming my countenance, I quirked a brow before drawling in a sarcastic fashion, " Would you mind moving to another seat? " And of course, Mr. Big Shot decided it was above him to get off his a*s and sit all on his lonesome, retorting with a swift Can't paired with the irritating smirk that he failed to wipe off his face.
I huffed in mock disbelief, once again replying with a dry humor, " What do you mean? There are tons of other seats. "
I mean, I can't stand being away from you.
At this I liberally rolled my eyes again, and for the second time this morning a sigh slipped from my lips. God, this guy was such a pain in the butt.
Anyways, baby, I don't think you want to be away from me, either...
Quite frankly I find you're logic flawed. I quipped in my mind, but seeing as my usual brusque attitude was not drving him off, might as well acknowledge the fact that he was here to stay, for now. Averting my gaze back to the sketch on my paper, I slowly moved my fingers to allow myself to see, though cupping my hand to avoid my newfound partner from viewing it either. " I'm ignoring you. " God, he's probably imagining me naked right now or something. That pervert.
I was once more startled when his smooth tenor ribboned to my ears, Not naked, sweetheart. But if you want to go there... My jaw clentched considerably at this - stupid little Faye forgot to keep her mouth shut again. Probably slipped out or something, chizz happens. I brushed that off and once again fixated him with a quizzical yet obviously irritated look, twirling my pencil within my fingers without much thought beofre pointing at him witht he eraser, " Why did you just call me that? " I had put up with baby for long enough, now sweetheart? That was the last straw.
What?
" Sweetheart. "
It offends you?
" Yes. "
Sorry, sweetheart. It stays.
Da*n it. I swore inwardly, narrowing my eyes before once more tuning him out, the drawling tone of Mr. McBroy lulling me to blissful unaware, darkening the lines of my sketch. All of a sudden something caught my attention. Something that caused my heart to fall and further irritation to be displayed upon my features.
" You gotta be f*cking kidding me. "
Partners? with this guy?