Virgin Mary

|7| Bad luck

ETHAN REED

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What the f**k just happened?

I thought I was supposed to be Camden high's public enemy number one. Or did she just want to be the only one who gets to torment me?

She probably gets a sick thrill by doing so.

I look at her and she was still trying to get her composure. If she got any angrier than this, there would be smoke coming out of her ears.

Her stormy eyes went stormy and livid when she looked at the guy who threw the crumbled paper at me. The look in her eyes was almost deadly.

That was hot.

Scary. But hot.

I wanted to ask her what her deal was, but I didn't know how to break the ice. Especially when I just saw what she was capable of.

Was I supposed to thank her? Or would that just cause another angry outburst? Well, it can't hurt to test the waters a little.

Actually, it just might.

"Thank you?" I said, but it came out more of a question than a statement.

"Don't sweat it, kid." She stood up, grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulders and walked out of the class.

"Miss Hamilton, I know we aren't learning today, but that doesn't mean that you can just walk–"

"Put a sock in it grandpa." She shouted at him from the hallway. This girl was something else.

Mr McCormick was stunned by her statement but recovered quickly.

"Go on doing what you're doing you little cretins." He put on his glasses and wrote things down in a heavy black diary.

Awkward silence followed after but it took everyone a few seconds to get over the s**t that just went down.

Chase managed to play it cool and slip in with the rest the class.

I was still curious about why she choose me to be her slave. She seemed to be polite with me considering the fact that she had just stood up for me.

A note appeared discreetly on my desk and it was from Sakura, who still wasn't looking at me.

Sorry I haven't been talking to you for the last few days, but your situation makes it hard for anyone to be seen with you. You seemed really cool during on first day. Wanna hang at my place after school? I'll understand if you don't want to.

Sue

I look at the note to see if the note was really from Sakura or from someone else. Maybe someone was trying to play a sick prank on me. I look around the class and see if there's a smirking, dubious face around.

All I got was a sneaky smile from Sakura, before she carried on ignoring me.

She's quite the actor.

Sure.

I scribble on a piece of paper and look around the class one last time just to make sure.

We can hang out. But you should probably give me your address first, don't you think?

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I step unto the floors of the noisy cafeteria filled with the chilly scrutiny of the hormonal teenagers I call my peers.

I ignore the icy stares and snide remarks offered to me by the general public. I pace my way forward to warty lunch lady who reminded me of obi-wan.

The cafeteria food at this school is actually pretty decent, considering that it's a public school. And I have been to many public schools.

I pay for the mini meatball sub and an orange juice box. I smiled at lunchlady obi-wan and headed to my empty table. Or any table, people would clear out anyway.

I walk to my table and Sakura smiled at me. She is the only nice-ish person to me.

And just as I was about to take my seat, I felt a violent tug at my pants.

Someone pantsed me!

The school goes silent for a few seconds before bursting out in mock laughter. I look down and notice that I was wearing my wonder woman underwear I got from my grandmother last year.

I flush, immediately picking up my pants. They could have chosen to pull down my pants on any other blessed day, but it just had to be today.

The washing machine in our apartment has been experiencing a lot of difficulties lately and the landlord refuses to check it out. So I've been running low on laundry and instead of doing weekly laundry like I usually do, I do them less.

And I was now down to my last five sloppy pairs of underwear.

If I had been wearing my best pairs of underwear, they wouldn't be laughing so much. No one would laugh at limited edition superman underwear.

I look up to see Nicole impassively staring down at me from her designated seat, translation– her throne. She saw right through me, literally. I'm just the kid that wears wonder woman underwear.

To her, I'm wearing this for leisure. I can't believe I let the hottest girl in the school see me in my tightey whities which; frankly speaking; weren't very tight. Grandma needs to accept the fact that she can't get me fat just over one thanksgiving dinner.

"Now we know why he's a virgin!" Hunter shouted. "He probably scares people off with his whimsy underwear."

I look up expectantly at Nicole, waiting for her to go wild on Hunter just like she went on Chase. If there's a good treatment phase, I'm taking her up on that. I should at least enjoy it while she's offering.

Instead of charging at Hunter, she simply looked away and spooned her mcFlurry.

I looked at Sakura with a tiny hope that she'd do something. But she looked away with that famous I-don't-know-you look that I'm all too familiar with.

Human's are stupid.

I swallow what's left of my pride and leave the cafeteria with my face downcast. Making sure to grab my juice box on the way out.

I sat at the school bleachers afterwards, cursing my bad luck. But then I saw it as impossible. Bad luck is a thing for superstitious people like Eve.

I pull out my orange juice box and attempt to drink it. But the straw was no where to be seen.

It is inevitable.

Ethan Reed has bad luck.

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