I arrive at school ten minutes early and make my way to the bleachers, drop off the stuff I don’t need right now.

Looking around, Lassy is nowhere in sight.

I sigh and take a stroll through the building to my classroom. Everyone's whispering to each other. I wonder what that's about?

As I enter, I can see her sitting at her place, looking like shit.

Seems like the accident got to her as well.

She looks up and spots me by the doorway, jumping up and running to the front hugging me like crazy.

I just can’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

She withdraws and looks at me affronted.

Still giggling, I reach out my hand to her which she gladly takes.

“Friends?”, I ask her.

“Yeah. Friends.”, she chuckles.

I guess everything’s alright now.

She looks way better than when I entered the classroom, relieved, happy.

“By the way, I’m sorry for what happened last week.”, she says.

“I didn’t plan on shoving you to the floor and I’m really, REALLY sorry. Please forgive me, okay?”

She looks at me worriedly. “I know it’s hard what they said, but I promise, I’ll make them shut up, so let’s just be friends again, alright?”

I have to smile at the puppy eyes she’s currently giving me.

“I already said we can be friends again, didn’t I? Well, as long as you don’t beat me up for not coming to school these last few days.”

She laughs, assuring me that it’s alright because it’s her fault anyway.

I don’t know if it could have gone any better, I got my friend back and a bodyguard on top!

***

I look up from my book, seeing our teacher standing at the front of the class in her red form-fitting pullover and beige skirt, talking about something I probably won’t ever need in life, oblivious to the looks on her full breasts of half of the class.

I roll my eyes and glance at Lassy, taken aback by her lustful gaze at Mrs. Bluebird.

Okay, that was unexpected. To each their own I guess.

It’s not that I care… I’m just a little surprised ‘cause last time I checked she was still deeply in love with one of the football jocks. But rather a female teacher than a horny teenager who could get her pregnant I guess.

Not that I’m any better in the ‘in love with a teacher’ department.

But back to the book I’m reading, it’s written in german and nearly as boring as Mrs. Bluebirds lesson.

Homework was reading chapter three to five and I’m currently reading the book the third time because of the lack of other exercises.

I was at home for eight days in total and am still ahead of the whole class in every subject except for sports, it’s kinda sad if you think about it.

I’m not even very intelligent, just reading the whole day long if I don’t listen to some music.

The bell rings, I hear the screeching of the students chairs as they hurry to leave the classroom, just to magically appear to the next lesson ten minutes late.

I rise my eyebrows looking at Lassy talking nervously to our teacher.

One moment she’s pale as a ghost, the next she’s flushed crimson with sweat glittering on her forehead.

Shuffling her feet, she is talking animatedly about… dog paws?

I’m slightly irritated and really, could someone please bring me some popcorn? Thank you.

Lassy looks up at me, signaling me to come with her just to enter the ladies room seconds later.

Seriously?

Could someone give me an instruction manual about Lassys, please? It would be greatly appreciated.

A few minutes later, we’re finally sitting in our next class talking about the consequences of media consumption for our next assignment, of course, Mr. Berg had to choose the most basic theme one can find nowadays. We already wrote one about it last year and I really thinking about just copying it.

I mean, it’s their own fault for not being the slightest bit creative.

Or I can just give it to Lassy, she is as bad in school as I am at sports.

Just to clarify, I’m the nerd who can’t throw a ball a few meters to save their life, but my stamina is pretty good.

She’s crappy at all sorts of assignments and subjects except for discussions, but when do you have to discuss here except for getting better grades ‘cause you suck at school?

Yeah, that much about her learning abilities.

I ponder if it’s worth staying in class or if I should just say I have to go to the toilet and make a short detour to the library.

The library wins.

I excuse myself and run through the school, around a corner and right into Mr. Black.

At least I think it’s him and not some sort of wall I ran into.

I never noticed muscles can be so hard before.

I crane my head to look up at the idiot who seemed to be quite amused by my mishap.

“You alright?”, he asks with a slightly concerned, but mostly grinning face. “I’m fine”, I grumble.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”, he asks me.

Fuck. He was Bergs substitute a few weeks ago, or in other words, he knows exactly where I should be right now.

“Uhm, I’m on my way to the restroom?”, I say, hoping he won’t notice where the next restroom is and that I literally passed it seconds ago.

“Isn’t the restroom in the opposite direction?”, he wonders.

“I like the other one better!”, I say and run away, hearing him laugh behind my back.