Your eyes grew heavy as you sat at your desk, listening to your Literature teacher read out a passage from Shakespeare…

“So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape…” Mrs. Wilson continued. Another boring day, another boring class—

Ow!

You felt a rough tug at the back of your hair. * pulled your damn hair.* You whipped around almost immediately, ready to swing at whatever jerk was bold enough to pick on you.

You turned around to see your boyfriend; Richard with a smirk on his face—sitting behind you. You haven’t talked in a few days because you caught him cheating on you, again.

Well, he wanted to be caught. You had done something to piss him off and whenever you did he would do something to get you back. It could be an argument and the next day you’d catch him making out with a girl, or Justin, just to spite you.

“Do you have gum?” He whispered, he always came to you when he wanted something—a pencil, homework answers, test dates, (and most of the time) gum.

You were his walking convenient store. A walking convenient store that was sick of his shit.