Sitting in my last period class,
pondering back on the event that had happened in the
Such a shame.
One of my good friends had became a
delivery boy for Andrew, and passed on the deadly weapon; his
He gave it to me.
I looked at him like he was crazy
or had lost his mind.
"Ashley, guess whose phone this
is". "Andrew's". My friend smiled and laughed then handed the
phone to me. I sighed and pressed the numbered keys, as they lit
up on the pad.
An interrupting vibrate buzzed in
my pocket, scaring me out of my thoughts.
I silenced the buzzing beast and
slowly looked at the screen glowing 'New Text Message'.
Now who could be texting me at the
end of the day, other than my boyfriend.
I opened the phone and saw an
unsaved number that was strange to my mind.
"Hi". "Hi"? I texted back confused
on who was texting me.
"Do you know who this is"? "No" I
Shit! My mind screamed. How did
this fool get my number?
I had completely forgotten who put
the number in his phone, me.
The bell sounded for everyone to
run to their second period class.
I didn't realize that whole time I
was pondering about Andrew having my number for the first
All thoughts came to a stop before
I left the classroom, and Andrew's smirk to me made want to vomit
all over his clean clothes.
I couldn't believe that whole
situation; it was pointless in my mind, but to him it was all
Sigh, I've had enough for one day,
even though the day had just started.
I walked to my second period, but
stopped at the door to think on how to sum up this fool named
All my thoughts matched to one
phrase I enjoyed saying about guys like him in my lifetime,
Andrew Kite was an ass.