Monday, Homeroom
"I think Tom is moving on. " Char told me boredly
"Really?" I told him, just as bored.
"He's been going out with all these tarts...really hot tarts.."
"Dumb sluts, you mean?"
We laughed.
Second Period, 10:30 am
"Hey girl hey!"
The faggy two greeted me.
Rolling my eyes, I ignored them.
Colin and Tony get tiring after awhile.
"Chris-tina! Guess what we heard?" Colin, the most obnoxious one shrieked.
"You're gayer than ever before?" I said dryly.
"NO! Char and Tom got into this huge fight yesterday, after school."
"Huh."
Why would they do that?
Lunch, Noon
"Char..." I asked slowly
"Yes?" He replied, flipping through Neurotic Teenagers magazine.
"Why did you and Tom fight?"
"He's an idiot. "
Char looked at me, "An idiot who needs to learn his place. A dumb jock that thinks he's entitled. So, obviously, I had to kick his ass."
As if on cue, Tom walked in with a black eye and a split lip.
"Ohmygod! Char...he looks busted." I shrieked!
Never before has Char lost his temper. He prides himself on being calm and collected. Also, he's under the delusion that he's badass.
Tom looked at us with a fierce glare.
"Why did you guys fight? Seriously. " I asked, with wonder.
Who knew Char could kickass?
"You."
"Are you insane?!Why would you fight over me?"
"Nothing."
Char walked away.
Great. My best friend is becoming a barbaric neanderthal.
