10-07-2013, 02:37 AM
Zane sat in Algebra, tapping his pencil on his notebook as he looked outside. The classroom's window overlooked the practice and football fields. He eyed Janice and her dumb blonde friend-- what was her name? He smirked and rolled his eyes. He turned to the board, where there were notes to be copied down. Zane had always been a fast writer, so naturally he was one of the first already finished with the class work for the day. He had nothing else to do, not even a poem to write down.
He couldn't stop thinking about Janice and how she (and her kind, it seemed) angered him. Them and their stupid beauty, stupid friendships, stupid popularity, stupid money, stupid promising futures. I guess you could say that Zane was acting out of only jealousy. But if they made him feel like crap, he always promised to make them feel the same. He guessed that Janice just made him feel like crap. That girl seemed to have a place in this world, but Zane felt he didn't. He didn't even feel like he had one inch of a purpose.
But then an imaginary light bulb faintly flickered above his head. He was going to make Janice feel worse. What better way to end a school year than to break a perfect girl's heart? Janice expected him to be better at things, and although he knew he could, he never really wanted to attempt at giving a crap. But if he attempted for once, got under her skin, maybe even made her fall for him, he could take her down and he'd be satisfied with his Senior year.
Zane had to admit though. For someone as smart as him, this would be a waste of time, something stupid and pointless. But then again, when was whatever Zane chose to do not exactly that?
The bell rang and he gathered his stuff, a wry smirk on his face as he left, students jumping out of the way to clear room for him in the halls as he head to third period.
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