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If you want fingers. Wait, what? That’s wrong.
If you would find me…. Hmmm. probably not.
If you want fffffff.. No. There needs to be a T for the for that to work. Okay, so not that.
“West!” My name is shouted by the teacher, forcing me to snap up to attention in the seat.
“Yes?” The class laughs, fuckers, all of them staring at me.
“Glad you could join the class. Today, we’re doing the final for this class, then this will become your study hall to help prepare you for the rest of the week.”
“Yessir, I’m ready.” I say, tucking the notebook back into my bag.
The final packet is handed out, and when he clicks his pen, he counts us down like it’s some sort of trail. “Three, two, one. You have forty minutes to complete it.”
The room goes silent then there’s a burst of papers ripping as they dig into the packet. I insert my pencil between the pages, tearing the ‘tape’ that holds it closed. Flipping the first page open, I write my name at the top, and get started.
Fucking math. I’ll make you by bitch today.
When the final is over, we all turn in our packets and leave, single file line style, because Mr. Stickler, is literally a stickler for rules.
My next hour is a free period. It used to be office staff, but they don’t have students do that over finals week, so I basically have nothing to do for the next hour.
I find a quiet corner to sit in, letting my back hit the wall as I slide down, dropping my bag between my legs. Once seated though, I start digging that fucking notebook out again. I need to know what her shirt means.
If you want…. Okay. so again, there would be a T for the so maybe not that.
Oh, but if she wants to throw someone off, like she has before. Wanna…. It avoids using the, and it still gets the message across of want to. Now, even though wanna is not a proper word, she does like to use it.
If you wanna….
Okay, now the F.
Feel. Find. I can’t really think of other F words that would follow that.
If you wanna feel…
If you wanna find….
See Okay.
Next letter. M. Me?
If you wanna feel me…
If you wanna find me…
G.
Giggling. What the fuck are you trying to say Kitty Kat?
Okay. so, what would the I and L be then?
If you wanna… fuck? Me… no way she’d wear that, would she?
Then I think back to last night. The things that were about to happen to her. I scribble out the words, hoping this is not where she’s going with it. If you want to fuck me, get in line.
She remembers. She knows exactly what happened last night but was asking her brother if he knew. Fuck. She was reaching out for help and he smacked her down, and of course, I fucking kicked the girl while she was down.
