Do you remember the moments when you literally begged your parents to get you a phone, and then they promise to get it for you. Next day you get home from school, full of excitement to meet to your soulmate or your new phone, when you find out that they bought a phone from Walmart and it's of 'THE DINOSAUR AGE', remember the face you make at those times?

It's the same with me currently.

"Kate,"

Hello, I'm Kate Roberts. I am a boy.
I'm ONLY 15, and I brought an 18+ porn DVD at my school. It's currently in my bag and I'm sitting inside our class for the home room, continuously praying that I get home safely somehow.

"Kate!"

I should pray. To the father, son and the holy—

"MR KATE ROBERTS! THIS IS THE 5TH TIME I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME!" Mr Patrick, our Math teacher shouted.

"Present sir!" I was completely unaware of what was going on. The entire class started laughing,
"The attendance is long over. Come here and take your test paper,"

Is there any way to not take it? I'm in no mood to see how stupid I am after getting a porn DVD to the school. GOD, PLEASE STOP RUBBING SALT ON THE WOUNDS!

Sometimes I just feel that, God is a sadist who mistakes me being masochists while I'm not! I'm not a masochist guys. Even though I create 99% of my problems, I am not a masochist.

I walked to Mr Patrick with a dejected face. He handed me the paper and said, "You got a D"
Of course I got a D.
The class started laughing again.
"It's the highest score of your class."

Suddenly, there was silence.
Heh. Such that losers! Kate is above all you trolls! Everyone just stared at me as I went to my seat.

I sat down on my seat in mixed emotions of trauma and happiness. Then, I stared at the ceiling, finding cobwebs or spotting for the tiniest insect present on the Earth on the walls or on the floor. In short, my entire attention was everywhere except the whiteboard and the teacher.

Before I realized it, it was Mr Warren's class, the HISTORY CLASS! Everyone hates Mr Warren, including me, wanna know why? There's a rumor that he's an EX-DELINQUENT! But rumors are just rumors, my reason for hating him is different, you'll soon find out why I hate him.

Mr Warren entered the class and we stood up to greet him.
"Okay then, take out page number 65 and we'll continue from where we left the last time," He switched on the presentation.

I laid my bag over my desk, giving it a death stare.
"And so, during the french revolution, Napoleon—Mr Tedson," He stopped in between and pointed out Johnny Tedson, who was busy with his phone which was placed on his lap. No way can any teacher see it.

"Hey, Johhny" A girl beside him tucked his stomach with her elbow. Johhny is an Asian American who loves getting into trouble. But, he is smooth enough to walk his way out of any trouble. I know him because I went to the same violin class as him.

He can play every fucking instrument! And he played the violin so good, if the violin were a girl, it'd call him daddy. I only felt demotivated to play after looking at him. Because no matter how good you are, there's always an Asian who is better than you.

"Please switch off your cell phone," Mr Warren commanded.
"But sir, I'm not using a cell phone" Johhny said.
"Do you take me for an idiot? No one just stares at their crotch and smiles."

"Not if it's satisfied."
What the fuck does that mean?
"Keep it inside, will ya?"
"Yes, Mr Warren."

"Mr Warren, can you please move over, I can't see the board," Anna said.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?"
"No, not at all!"
"Then, shut up!"
"Yes!"

I was still giving death stares to my bag and Mr Warren noticed me.
"Where's your book?" He asked while bringing his face super close to mine.
"It's at home"
"And what is it doing there?"
"At least it is happier than me,"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
Why is everyone around me deaf?
"Sir, can you please talk from a distance," I hate people who don't respect your private space.

"GET OUT OF MY CLASS!"
So, either you let yourself be harassed or get out of the class? High school.

I picked up my bag and left the classroom. Y'know what, whenever the teacher shouts "GET OUT!" it means you won the argument. So, be proud of getting out of the class.

Now that I was out, I was thinking where should I go to cut this class? The terrace or no, I'm sure I'll find that ass there. I stopped in the hallway for a moment to think about where I should go.

I need to pee. Alright, the bathroom needs me. I entered the bathroom and stood before the urinals. I was peeing and minding my own business but suddenly two people entered the bathroom. Harrison Louverne and BRANDON JOHNSON!

I shrieked in my head. It would have been better if I had gone to the terrace after all! Lemme just ignore them and silently get out.

"Hey, Kate!" That ass (Brandon=that ass) shouted as he walked towards me. Oh fuck.

"Wha cha doin'?" He asked. Are you Isabella? Can't you see yourself?
"Measuring my dick," I answered sarcastically. Wait, is it okay to let him see it?! What if he turns gayer?! I hid my jewels. Harrison just got busy peeing while that ass just bothered me.

"I got some duct tape. I can help you," He smiled.
"WITH WHAT?!"
"Measuring your dick. . .At different sizes,"
WHAT—WHAT THE FUCK?
I just pulled up my zipper. I was done there. He was the last person I wanted to meet today!

"Why are you here?" I asked as I washed my hands. He stood beside me.
"Skipping class, of course,"
"Not the normal business?" I asked.
"Oh yeah! Harry came to pee."

"You mean urination?" Harrison asked as he pulled his zipper and came to the sink to wash his hands. Now that I look at it, Harrison and Brandon are always together. Plus, I saw them making out. Are they dating?

"Hey," I shouldn't get in other people's business, "Nothing,"
They both looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

I came out of the school building and sat under the trees surrounding the football field. I lay my bag under my head and decided to take a nap in the shade. I slept for a good thirty minutes.

When I opened my eyes, I looked at Brandon. He was sleeping right beside me. I got up and rubbed my eyes. I picked up my bag and got up. I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. I turned back and looked at him.

"Leaving without saying good morning?" He smiled.
"You sound as if we had a one night stand!" He pulled me towards him and pinned me on the grass.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him.
"Do you like pineapples?" He asked as he took out a lip balm from his pocket, "I got a new flavour. It's called Pineapple crush"
"I got no interest in that. Leave me!"

He pressed his stomach on mine and got on my body, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
He pressed his fingers over my lips, "Do you want anyone to hear us?"
No, I don't want anyone to see us either! "THEN GET OFF ME!"

He ignored me and pressed the lip balm over my lips.
"You—"
"Shh! Don't move your lips,"
His body was on mine. Our chests were pressed together. I could hear his heartbeat. I looked at his eyelashes while he covered my lips with a layer of that lip balm.

Then, he pressed his forehead on mine, "Do you like this smell?"
"Can you please get off of me? Someone might see us!"
"I don't mind it,"
"BUT I DO!"

He chuckled, "Hey Kate, did you notice? You don't care what I do with you, you just don't want others to see it,"
"NO, THAT'S—"
"So, that means is it okay," He whispered into my ears, "If others can't see it?"

-To be continued

Kate Roberts
All I Want is you baby