Two

I was more than twenty minutes late for my English class. And my English class was at the other end of the school. Great. The universe hates me!

Don't get me wrong! It wasn't like I was dying to get to class, it's just that I had never been late to class before and the thought somehow disturbed me, even if being late wasn't entirely my fault. Scratch that! It wasn't my fault at all.

I ran all the way, as fast as my legs would carry me, and guess what, Ms. Wilson wasn't even there, and here I was, huffing, so I could catch my breath. Wow. Talk about being responsible.

As I walked into the classroom, the chatter ceased and everyone looked up. When everyone realized that it was just me and not the teacher, they redirected their attention to whatever they were doing before.

I scanned the classroom for an empty seat and the only seat available was the one in front of Harper Cain, who was busy sucking some girl's face off.

This guy has some serious hormonal issues, I tell you. His behavior is not normal.

She wasn't even the same girl I saw him in the janitor's closet with. What was her name again, Maria, was it?! I mean, literally. What. The. Hell.

Could he be more of a douchebag?!

He wasn't even kissing her subtly or trying to be discrete about it. He was fully thrusting his tongue in the poor girl's throat. She was sitting on his lap and was moaning his name between kisses. Just by looking, I was pretty sure he was hurting her boob by groping her so hard. Guess what, she didn't even mind. What the world has come to?!

I mean, was it just me or did anyone else think that this kind of behavior was highly inappropriate in public?!

Can he even breathe without some sort of girl hanging from his arm or clinging to his tongue as if her life depended on it?!

Disgusting.

If it was up to me, I would just sit in the other corner of the room, far away from this walking STD of a man-child. Preferably, I would stay in the other corner of the school from him.

I dropped my books on the desk and sat on the last seat available, in front of Harper. Very reluctantly, I may add.

Being this near, I could hear every sigh, gasp, and moan.

Kill me already. It was way past being uncomfortable. 

What games is the universe playing with me?!

I took out my phone from my jeans, plugged in my earphones, and blared some music, loud enough to shut out the sounds coming from behind me.

After two songs, the door burst open and a flushed Ms. Wilson walked in with the material of her cashmere blouse ruffled, her buttons undone and her hair sticking in a million different directions. Is there drool on the side of her face? Was she sleeping all this time? So fucking professional.

Still a little breathless, she asked us to open our books to page 320 and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in her blouse. Keyword being tried.

I rolled my eyes at the immature behavior.

I took out my earplugs and shoved my phone back into my jeans.

"Psst."

"Psst." Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to look at Harper, who leaned forward in his seat to talk to me.

"What?" I hissed.

"Do you have a pen?"

I sighed and decided that he wasn't worth the effort of arguing. Of course! What more did I expect from him?! I just simply rummaged through my bag and handed him a pen.

After about two minutes, his breath fanned my neck. "Psst."

"What?" I asked, without turning around.

"Hi, I am Harper." I could imagine the infamous smirk on his face, which all bad boys like to sport.

OH MY GOD. Was he fucking serious? He was hitting on me? Right in the middle of class? And just after I saw him sucking someone else's face not too long ago?

"Yeah, I know." I gritted my teeth. I just wanted to keep this conversation as short as possible, if you could even call my short-clipped retorts a conversation.

I turned my attention back to the front of the classroom where Ms. Wilson was just droning on about some novel that was in our syllabus.

"Psst."

I ignored him.

"Psst."

Just ignore him.

"Psst." He tapped on my shoulder. I ignored him and copied whatever I thought Ms. Wilson was talking about.

"Psst." Tap. "Psst." Tap. "Psst.". Tap. "Psst."

"What the hell, Harper?" I hissed, careful to keep my voice low enough so I wouldn't attract attention but could easily pass out as venomous.

His lips twitched in a smirk and his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Not my fault. You were the one who was ignoring me."

Yes, douchebag. Now get the message. I am ignoring you because I don't want to talk to you. Don't you have a brain? 

"Can you just go back to being oblivious to my existence, like you have been for the past several years, Harper?"

"Aw, come on. You have my attention now. I am making up for lost time."

I could still feel his smirk even though I was facing forwards and wasn't looking back at him. I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to groan out loud.

"Okay. First, that was the worst pickup line ever. Second, I am not interested. And third, Fuck off."

His cool demeanor shifted and he looked angry. Furious even. Aww. 

Has Pretty Boy never been rejected? Did I deflate your ego, you man whore? Awww. I am so not sorry, though. You deserve it.

I smirked. Harper opened his mouth to say something, which I was sure wouldn't have been pretty if I took his facial features into account.

But before that, the bell rang. I gathered my stuff and practically ran out of the classroom.

***

You know what's the best part of any school day? The bell rings marking the end of the day. 

If I wanted to look like a demented person on crack, I would have jumped like a crazy maniac and sang some stupid rock song about gaining my freedom from my last class to my locker. That was what I was feeling, anyway. But as a normal person, I settled for a smile and a slight jump in my step.

When I reached my locker, I saw Samantha and Natalie waiting for me at the locker. Ah! My two best friends.

Natalie had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes while Samantha had brown hair with grey eyes. Both of them were pretty and tall. While Natalie had a wild personality, Samantha was the mother hen of our group. Whereas, I was the quiet intelligent type, who had a 4.0 GPA and was ready to try out my life in the big city.

Where the hell were these two during lunch anyway?

And what were they talking about? Why were they both so damn excited?

I squared my shoulders as if I were preparing myself for a war. I approached my best friends with narrowed eyes and the best intimidating expression I could manage. And of course, they saw right through it. Damn it.

"Where the hell were you two when Melanie went crazy on me during lunch?" I pointed my finger accusingly at the two.

"We were late." They shrugged nonchalantly.

Before I could accuse them of lying, Natalie took hold of both of my arms and started speaking excitedly about some kind of party, which was going to happen tomorrow.

"A party? On a school night?" I asked them.

"Oh yeah. It's going to be great, you know. Everyone's going to be there. Like everyone." Natalie squealed while Samantha just rolled her eyes.

I put my books in the locker and slammed it shut. The three of us started walking towards the parking lot, where our cars were parked.

"What's so special about this party anyway?"

"Tomorrow is Harper's eighteenth birthday," Natalie told me in a sing-song voice.

"And? What's so special about that?"

"Are you kidding me? Tomorrow is his eighteenth birthday! He could find his ma- oof" Samantha cut off Natalie by jamming her elbow in a not-so-subtle way.

I eyed them both suspiciously. 

"What were you going to say?"

Samantha coughed nervously and Natalie just sighed.

"Well, tomorrow could very well be the day when our school may lose its biggest heartbreaker."

"Why, is Harper going to die and make the world a better place?" I scoffed.

"No, I am just saying, you know, maybe he will find someone tomorrow, and I don't know, maybe, want to commit." Natalie fidgeted nervously.

I looked at her for a couple of seconds and laughed. Hard. I had trouble breathing but still, I was unable to control my laughter.

I took a deep breath and laughed again. "Okay, why do you think that tomorrow he is going to wake up a different person and will have the motivation to commit to some girl."

They both looked at each other nervously.

I looked around the parking lot in search of a dark blue BMW. Yup, that was my car, when my eyes landed on the topic of our conversation.

"Just look at him."

They both turned their heads in the direction in which I pointed, to look at Harper Cain who was, yet again, making out with a different girl while leaning on his car. He was groping her ass and she was holding onto him like her life depended on it.

"Today, I saw him hooking up with Maria in the janitor's closet. Then, I saw him making out with some other girl in the English classroom. And here he is making out with some other brunette. Three girls in a day people. And I am not even sure of how many more there were."

"Well, yeah. He is a....... um, player. We are not denying that." Samantha said.

Natalie nodded. "Yeah, I mean, I am just saying, maybe some girl sweeps him off his feet?"

"What girl are you talking about, Natalie? He has already made out with every single girl in the school?" I rolled my eyes at her suggestion.

"I don't know. I am just saying, you know, that he could change." Samantha laughed nervously.

They were just being so weird.

"You know", I unlocked my car and dumped my bag in the passenger seat," the day he changes, I will sleep with him myself. I give you my word." I chuckled, shaking my head in mirth.

They both laughed nervously, making some weird eye contact with each other, waved at me, and headed towards their cars.

I shook my head and laughed under my breath.

Is Harper Cain changing his ways? I could laugh forever at the notion.