My Best Friend's Sister
Good News, Bad News
Vanessa’s POV
Luckily, my last class is my other favorite class of the day: Philosophy. It’s a really cool class to take but not only that. There’s rarely any homework and the teacher is all mellow and zen. It’s not one of those classes you blow off either. You actually learn something.
I walked in and sat towards the back. I got out my phone and began to text my brother.
To A Pain In My Ass:
good news and bad news. which one do u wanna hear first?
From A Pain In My Ass:
good news
To A Pain In My Ass:
good news is that I can hang out with u and ur lame ass friends
From A Pain In My Ass:
what? ry-ry can’t come over and play?
To A Pain In My Ass:
he has his sister’s recital 2g2
From A Pain In My Ass:
kay. whatever. what’s the bad news?
To A Pain In My Ass:
that I’m hanging out with u and ur lame ass friends
From A Pain In My Ass:
ha ha ha sooo fucking hilarious anyways do you mind if someone comes over?
To A Pain In My Ass:
who???
From A Pain In My Ass:
i forgot his name but we sat at lunch together he’s pretty cool
To A Pain In My Ass:
alright see ya home
From A Pain In My Ass:
alright oh and before i forget, ur name on my phone is The Real Bitch In My Life
To A Pain In My Ass:
i better be
From A Pain In My Ass:
ha bye
To A Pain In My Ass:
byeee
I locked my phone up and the blonde haired boy that was in my Art class sat beside me.
“Are you going to stare at me the whole time?” I said, making eye contact.
“Maybe,” he said.
I just stared ahead listening to Mr.Wilson explain what philosophy really is while blondie’s gaze was getting intense by the second.
“Would you stop trying to pry me open with your eyes?” I say not making contact, just doodling on a random sheet of paper.
“Nope,” he said popping the ‘p’.
“Then what the hell do you want?” I said slightly annoyed.
“Don’t get snappy,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “I just want to admire the beautiful artwork that’s in front of me.”
I rolled my eyes once more. “Could you get some more pick up lines,” I say, “because my ears just wanted to throw up.” He laughed.
“You’re funny,” he says.
“And you’re funny looking,” I’m still not making eye contact but I can hear his smile.
Luckily, my last class is my other favorite class of the day: Philosophy. It’s a really cool class to take but not only that. There’s rarely any homework and the teacher is all mellow and zen. It’s not one of those classes you blow off either. You actually learn something.
I walked in and sat towards the back. I got out my phone and began to text my brother.
To A Pain In My Ass:
good news and bad news. which one do u wanna hear first?
From A Pain In My Ass:
good news
To A Pain In My Ass:
good news is that I can hang out with u and ur lame ass friends
From A Pain In My Ass:
what? ry-ry can’t come over and play?
To A Pain In My Ass:
he has his sister’s recital 2g2
From A Pain In My Ass:
kay. whatever. what’s the bad news?
To A Pain In My Ass:
that I’m hanging out with u and ur lame ass friends
From A Pain In My Ass:
ha ha ha sooo fucking hilarious anyways do you mind if someone comes over?
To A Pain In My Ass:
who???
From A Pain In My Ass:
i forgot his name but we sat at lunch together he’s pretty cool
To A Pain In My Ass:
alright see ya home
From A Pain In My Ass:
alright oh and before i forget, ur name on my phone is The Real Bitch In My Life
To A Pain In My Ass:
i better be
From A Pain In My Ass:
ha bye
To A Pain In My Ass:
byeee
I locked my phone up and the blonde haired boy that was in my Art class sat beside me.
“Are you going to stare at me the whole time?” I said, making eye contact.
“Maybe,” he said.
I just stared ahead listening to Mr.Wilson explain what philosophy really is while blondie’s gaze was getting intense by the second.
“Would you stop trying to pry me open with your eyes?” I say not making contact, just doodling on a random sheet of paper.
“Nope,” he said popping the ‘p’.
“Then what the hell do you want?” I said slightly annoyed.
“Don’t get snappy,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “I just want to admire the beautiful artwork that’s in front of me.”
I rolled my eyes once more. “Could you get some more pick up lines,” I say, “because my ears just wanted to throw up.” He laughed.
“You’re funny,” he says.
“And you’re funny looking,” I’m still not making eye contact but I can hear his smile.
Notes
Sorry this chapter is crappy. It's just a filler.
update now
5/23/15