Alex

Josh

When I came to terms with the harsh reality that the emo boy would accompany me, a quiet journey to the infirmary awaited me. I looked at him discreetly from head to toe the whole time. Dark messy hair, dark sunken eyes that lined the circles under his eyes that contrasted with his corpse-pale skin, and he was quite small for a boy on his age. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a vampire from a girl's novel that glitters in the sun.

"You have quite a strength for such a squirt. I really don't understand how I have to go to the infirmary for someone like you. " I muttered in silence. The fact that my nose was bleeding because of him, I can't get over the fact that someone like me can be humiliated by such an emo dwarf.

"Be glad you didn't end up in the hospital or morgue because of that ' squirt '." I glared at him when I heard the idiot's biting remark. I hate how someone jokes about my height. I'm not that small. I'm 5’7” tall, that's an average height, I can't blame everyone around me for being two-meter giants.

I'd rather take a faster step to the infirmary to get it over with.

That emo boy is really like an angry woman. Remember this, when a woman is, she always starts to walk faster.

When I caught up with him, we were in the infirmary, where we were greeted by a school nurse who was perhaps as old as Methuselah.

"Jesus, what happened to you, boy?" she was horrified to see my bloody nose. I just looked at the emo boy and expected him to confess.

"Not much, he just paid for his stupidity." I replied as she expected an explanation from me, because the idiot had made up my mind to explain everything to her nicely.

He looked at me with the look that he wanted to kill me, pff.

"And how did he say?" The school nurse continued; she is always overly curious.

"He was standing in the way of my fist. I didn't expect him to be so weak that he couldn't withstand a single blow without bleeding from his nose.” I grinned at him as I answered her.

She just looked at me scoldingly, "I hope you apologized to him for that."

"No, he didn't apologize," I replied instead, grinning at him.

The nurse looked scoldingly at the emo boy to apologize immediately as she nursed my nose.

"Okay, I'm sorry you're an idiot." I smiled at the edge and went to wait in front of the infirmary.

You know, I'm going to apologize for something the person in question can do for himself.

The nurse just waved her hand over his behavior.

Doesn't anyone really screw him over here? Will no one admonish him? Will no one admonish him for his arrogance and rudeness? Is he a celebrity here or does his father own this school?

"That's an injustice," I complained "I was scolded in all schools for any nonsense and not him?”

"You know ..." the school nurse turned to me "He's just him." She wanted to tell me something, but she just gave me a handkerchief and sent me away.

"Let's go, princess, or you'll hold me back even more," I growled at him, heading for the headquarters.

"It's just because of you, if you weren't so aggressive, we wouldn't have to deal with this at all. If you hadn't discharged your complex from others from your small height, "I argued.

I shot him a murderous look "If I were really aggressive, I'd cut off your head on the spot now and then play darts with it, but your hollow head would be the target, and I'd use knives instead of darts." Just like the Moron Kombat fatalities.

I looked at him in surprise “You mean like in Moron Kombat? Are you playing it too? "

"Yeah, and a lot of other games, haven't you met the player yet?" I rolled my eyes and ended this nonsensical conversation.

We went to the director's office, where only the principal told us not to do it again and it was resolved. I couldn't believe that the emo boy was playing games in his spare time, I honestly thought he was more about summoning demons, confessing Satan and killer kittens.

I'm glad it's finally over. Such an unnecessary waste of my time, I could instead sleep in class to gain some energy for another long night full of games.

To make matters worse, the idiot kept looking at me like an apparition. We went to class, but he was still staring at me along the way.

“Am I really that great and amazing that you have an eternal urge to look at me? "

"You know, it still doesn't suit me that an emo guy like you is a player."

“Yeah? What did you think I was doing in my free time? " I looked at him with a look that said," Really? " And waited for the intelligent to say.

"Well ... What emo people usually do, you know drawing a pentagram, listening to metal, professing Satan, summoning demons, going to the graveyard at night, and ... cutting."

I took a deep breath and held on so he wouldn't have to go to the infirmary for the second time today "First of all, I'm not emo, I just like black, secondly, I'm really a player with a big P, and thirdly, stop pigeonhole people you don't know." with that I ended our conversation and entered the classroom, where I sat in MY place and then laid my head on the bench to take a small nap.