Alex

Josh

Since then, the idiot got out of my way and chose another place, unfortunately I was 'lucky' that he decided to sit right behind me so he could look at Stephanie 's ass.

Thank God he oxidized here in less than two days and he's sick. So, it's all the same as the old times, I don't notice anyone in class and they don't notice me again. Unfortunately, there is also someone who cannot understand that I am not interested in any society or social interaction with other classmates. That person is Daniel Grace, class president who won't give me peace from one incident that happened at a party that, by the way, was a long time ago. Since then, he has an eternal need to talk to me and have fun with mine, I try to ignore him, even avoid him, but try it with someone who is much bigger and taller than you. He's not a bad person, but it bothers me that he's worried about everyone and everything unnecessarily.

At the moment, I was resting on my desk while there was a break before the last lesson, after which I would run home as quickly as possible, so that Bianca won't catch me, who will definitely want to take me home (No thanks, let her take her boyfriend instead, I sincerely sometimes regret him, because he has no way to run away from her).

While I was gathering energy and thinking of an escape plan, someone disturbed me. Of course, it was none other than the blonde stick named Daniel.

“Alex, are you awake? "He dug into my shoulder.

"No." I replied, and I began to pretend to snore.

"Sure, look, Alex, I need something from you," he said, and I looked at him 'very enthusiastically.'

"I already told you I don't want to hear about you and your girl, and I'm not going to advise you on how to spread her legs, okay?" Daniel blushed.

"Alex!" He shouted with red cheeks. "Not this, I just wanted to see if you could take Josh's notes, he's been missing for a week."

I folded my arms across my chest, "Why don't you give them to him?" I asked.

"Because I have to go after school to pick up my glasses and then I have more errands," he explained.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going, you'd better ask someone else," I grinned.

"Alex Angelo, you're going. I am the class president and I am responsible for all my classmates here, I take care of class relations and that everything goes smoothly here. "

"But-" "And you bring Josh the notes, I'll give you a chance to deal with him when you two had a misunderstanding here recently." "Daniel-" "I don't want there to be any strife in class, and I don't want a new student to start failing here. Because he lacked notes from one week when he was ill and had no opportunity to complete the material. And because of that he would even repeat the year, and then he would not be able to get to college. And then he would have to work as a cleaner, then he would take out a house loan that he would not be able to repay because he would spend his money on alcohol because he would try to find solace, because he doesn't do the job he wants, he would become an alcoholic, he would have several debts, eventually the bank would take his house and end up homeless. Do you want your classmate to become homeless thanks to you? " Daniel kept talking and wouldn't let me tell him anything.

"Okay, okay, give me his address and give me a break," I nodded, wanting peace from him.

"Okay," he smiled at me and sent me the address of the idiot.

Then it rang for a lesson, and they all sat down.

"Thanks, Alex," he thanked me and went to his seat.

The teacher had already come to class, and I laid my head on the desk and accepted the harsh reality that I would not play games after school, but I would have to bring notes to the idiot.

"Phew," stop pigeonhole people you don't really know, 'blah, blah, blah,' I lay in bed parodying the squirt.

Like I'm doing something like that? I'm not someone like that at all. What would you do if you saw someone who looks like a death, walks in dark clothes and still has a look that says "I want to kill you"? You certainly wouldn't tip him for someone who listening a meow cat song 24/7, watching musicals and cuddling with plushies.

I sat on the bed and pulled my best friend to me.

"I don't pigeonhole people, do I, Jerry?" I held my plush panda in my hands.

"And even you would tell me, right?" I looked at him seriously, but the answer was only silence, which I took as consent.

"Thanks, man." I released him and placed him next to me, then put my head in my hands.

I'm really bored! For days, I did nothing but lie in bed, have conversations on my own (or with Jerry), be on Z box, and fantasize about things that are sure to happen to me and Stephanie in the future. For example, what will be our first date, how will I ask for her hand and how will we start a family together, I would like at least three children, but of course the more the better, ideally there would be ten.

So, what if I plan too far ahead. Hey, I already asked her for a pencil, which I take as a great success for the fact that I only started school recently, so I'm doing pretty damn well.

If only I didn't have to be 'sick', because of the Fart-nite marathon.

It lasts a total of six days, every day I get extra coins or clothes for the characters, and then after six days a winner is announced who gets a special prize. I've been playing since Sunday. It was announced this morning, I thought I would be very first with my super skills, but I was 498.

Annoyed, I grabbed the joystick and chose which game to play now, but one thing was clear, no Fart-nite.

In the end, I chose a game that I haven't played "Out last 2" since I bought it.

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"Aaa!" I shouted as the two-meter-long death trapped me again, and I immediately hid under the duvet.

Damn, the animation is very, very real.

"It's just a game," I repeated over and over, hugging Jerry. When the bell rang and I had to do something to keep from peeing myself.

In my mind, I hoped there would be no death from the game.

The bell kept ringing and I was shaking with fear.

What if it's her? What if she came for me?

Slowly, I approached the door with Jerry in hand and was about to open it. Goodbye life. Goodbye Stephanie.