It's Monday! The weekend was crazy! It's time to start a new week—

And I'm sick
WHY?!
The doctor said it's an allergy again. Bruh—What am I allergic to?! Is it Brandon? Must be him! He's spreading his gay germs! But, I have to go to school because Ralf told me not to skip school today or his grades will suffer with mine.

It's seven in the morning and I'm standing in front of the school, because Ralf Kaise, an English pretty boy, asked me to come to school early in the morning. I've got a really bad cold. But I'll stay alive! I went to the bathroom to clean my nose for the tenth time when I saw two people coming my way.

"So, what are we doing today?" First was Brandon Johnson in his football jersey
"We're gonna do the warm up for half an hour," Second was Jerome.
I ran back inside the bathroom and hid inside a stall. I took a sigh of relief as I pressed my head the stall door.

"What are you doing here?" I turned back in surprise and found that there was someone already inside the stall. It was Ralf Kaise. I liked people from London but not so much as to watch them do some business which every human does but I hope none of you ever witness it in your life.

"Why didn't you lock the door?" I asked.
"The lock was broken—wait—GET OUT!" He shouted. I covered his mouth and sushed him. He began struggling but I was the stronger one there.

"Who was that?" Jerome turned towards the stall, "Get out he says..."

"...Maybe, he is suffering from constipation? Get out he says to his poop," Brandon said. Brandon, seriously? I don't think anyone talks to their poop but I won't be surprised if you did.
"Oh... Poor guy. Don't give up! Make it happen!" Jerome said. I heard a voice.

"Brandon—" Jerome said.
"Can you fix it?" Brandon sounded so...sensual.
"Yes, I've done masters plumber degree—Of course I can't!" Jerome shouted.
"Give it to me, this is how we do it," Brandon said.
"Don't touch it like that!"
"It's still coming out—" 
"I'm wet!"

"What are they both doing?" I said inside my head. My face turned pale and my stomach felt weird. Calm down, Kate. STAY FUCKING CALM!
"Dud—" I covered Ralf's mouth. 
Ralf struggled and so did I.
"Stay at one place!"
"Mmm!"
The door behind us opened and Brandon and Jerome stared at us. From their angle, it looked as if I was shoving my dick into his mouth.

I turned back.
"Kate..."
"NO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WEIRD!"
Ralf moved away and coughed.
"Did he swallow it?"
"NO HE DIDN'T!"

Brandon looked at Ralf. His eyes looked scary.
"Brandon—"
"Brans! WE ARE GONNA GET LATE, LET'S HURRY!" Jerome grabbed his hand and they went away. I didn't know that even Brandon has a nick name. Are they close? What is this? Isn't Harry your best friend?! Oh right, seniors.

They went away and Ralf washed his hands.
"Let's go,"
"Yes," I followed him to the class. He shouted at me on our way for intruding his privacy and violating his basic human rights, then he helped me complete the project.
Classmates.

The rest of the day was not so special so it's not worth mentioning. Jaden and I had different classes so I didn't meet him many times. We just chatted near my locker in the morning and like always , he was energetic.

After the lunch break, the second half started. We had a combined class with class 1-B. I was so not happy about seeing that ass' (Brandon=That ass) face two times a day, but surprisingly, he did not attend the class. I found Jerome, hitting on some girls of our class. What a personified shit! He's the first senior I hate. Resistant, I went towards him and asked "Where's Brandon?"

"Brans? He was called by a girl at the terrace. I'm sure it's a confession. Finally, he'll be out of his dry days and have a girlfriend again," Jeremy said. Dry days? They weren't dry!
"NO!"
"...What?"
"She forcefully took him to the terrace, right?" My heart was not ready for what he replied.

"No, he looked pretty happy as she held his hand and both of them climbed the stairs. I saw them while I was coming to the field. But damn she was a cutie! They looked so cute together,"
My head hurts and I feel nausea. Fuck it, some bitch took him to the terrace. I'll see to it first.

 I rushed towards the terrace.
"Hey! Where are you going? Mr Dickson'll kill you if he finds out that you're skipping his class!" Jerome shouted.
"Cover for me!" I shouted as I ran. I just ran away. I stood in front of the terrace door. I was thinking whether I should open the door or not. What if I see something weird again? I'm sure nothing can surprise me anymore—

I saw Brandon and a loli girl sitting on his lap.

...Nothing except Brandon can surprise me.
Brandon's gay and straight.
Brandon can't do gardening.
Brandon's now a pedophile too.
Brandon's an ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I stormed towards them and picked the girl up from his lap, "YOU LIKE CHILDREN TOO NOW?!"
"I love children!" Brandon smiled.
"WHAT THE—" Fucking pedophile! I looked at that girl. She was staring at me. Then, she turned towards Brandon, "Brother, is he Kate?"

"He's cute, right?" That ass (Brandon=That ass) smiled.
WAIT—BROTHER?
"He's your brother?" I asked her.
"Yes!" She brought her hand forward, "Clara Johnson, I'm eleven!"
"Oh hey," We shook hands. Like always, I misjudged him. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Brother forgot his notebook so I thought I would go to his school and give it to him!"
Oh my God, she's adorable!
I wish all little sisters were like this.

"Do you like Brandon?" I asked.
"Yes! I will marry him when I grow up!"
I laughed, "Of course,"
"Kate, you are nice so take good care of brother!" She said.
"Yes yes,"

"I'll go now. I jumped the wall and came here. My teacher would be searching for me, bye!"
"Hey! You skipped school again?!" Brandon shouted and she ran away.
"It's for you, big brother!"
"You little squeak!"

She left, "She's adorable," I said.
"Right?" He smiled, "So, you're gonna take good care of me," He slapped my butt.
"I didn't say yes to harassment,"
"What else are you good at?"
"I—" Did he just roast me? "I'M NOT GOOD AT GETTING HARASSED!"

"Then what are you good at?"
"Nothing, I'm trying to be good at the bass but that's it. I have no talent,"
Brandon got super serious and came close to me, "What?" I looked into his eyes.
"Your ass has talent,"
"WHAT KINDA TALENT?! I DON'T WANT THAT!"

"By the way, what were you doing with Ralf Kaise in the bathroom?"
I was not doing something bad! 
I just told him everything that happened.
"Get it now?"

He pushed me on the floor, "BRANDON, WHAT THE FUCK? GET UP!"
"Show me your ass and I will get up"
"Are you sure you'll get up?"
"Yeah, my pee-pee will too,"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Brandon laughed, "So, how is leaning the bass going for you?"
"EPIC!" I rubbed my nose, "I'll be performing somewhere this Halloween,"
"Wow! Where is it? I'll come see you,"
Bruh. Talk about cutting your own dick.
"I don't know. Malcolm will take me there,"
I saved it.

"Oh, it's okay. I'll come to you guys and we'll go there together!"
It's cut.
"But Anna will be there!"
I saved it.
"Oh, I'll be going to Malcolm's place, not yours."
...It's cut.

"NO!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"I can play the guitar," That was super random.
"I thought you could play the keyboard?"
"Well, I'm just a beginner at that. Plus, keyboard isn't very difficult after you learn a guitar. The chords are the same."

It all went over my head.
"You own a guitar?" I asked. 
He went towards a canvas kept near his burnt hoodie and took out a guitar from under it.
"I have it with me,"
"Where did you get this from?!"
"Eh? Ah, yes, it's mine." He smiled.

Is he deaf maybe? Don't tell me he was Beethoven in disguise. No, but he won't play an instrument like Guitar and ruin his political image.
Brandon struck the guitar and I recognised that—"A minor!"
"...That's correct." Of course it is. I have been practicing chords non stop since the last week. I even dream of me playing the bass—I'm dangerously obsessed. But, you can't blame me. Bass rules every heart.

"Okay, so tell me this one" Brandon struck another chord. I had heard it. I closed my eyes and tried to remember, "That is a...C...7"
"That's correct! And this one?"
"C—no D. It's a D...minor,"
"Nah, it's a C#. But you're doing good."
"I'm a dedicated student."

That ass(Brandon=That ass) laughed at this.
What is so fucking funny? I glared at him.

"Hey Kate..." Brandon kept the guitar on his lap and stared at me, "I've never seen you smile. Can you please smile for me?"
"And why would I ever smile for an ass like you?"
"Because you like me, a little, I guess, maybe?" He said in a shrill, feeble voice.

"Stop being so cringe," I said.
He cleared his throat, "Okay," His voice was back to normal. He sounds so bad with that fake, girly voice. Thank God I was not feeling sick anymore. I guess I'm fine now.

"And lemme tell you beforehand, I'm quite popular too..." I crossed my arms, "I have many friends now and I talk to them all the damn time. They are losers but I love them nonetheless. And they are more beautiful than you!" I said.
"Can I meet them?" He held a chainsaw in his hand. Where did he get that?

"Oh look at the time!" I said.
"You don't have a watch," He said.
"I have a brain that says we're skipping class,"

I was about to get up but he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. He took out a lip balm from his pocket, "Wanna try lime tart?" 

"...Do I have an option?"
"It's either yes or fuck me,"
"YES!"

He pressed the lip balm on my lips. This one is actually pretty good.
"Are you sure you're not advertising these?"
"Nah, I used a different product every time. My dream is to have a room full of every possible flavor of lip balm!"
"What would you do of that?"
"I'll just stare at them and feel proud of myself,"
"...Dude, you're..."
Fucking stupid.

Is he like five? Ever since I've started to actually know Brandon Johnson closely, I've noticed that this guy is nothing like I imagined. He uses racial slurs and shit not to offend people but because he's fucking dumb and lacks that major brain to mouth filter. And he doesn't realises when he is bullying people—He just plays around like it's nothing. He is the human version of IDGAF because I don't know how to, not because I'm sassy.

We lay on the floor and looked at the sky.
"I just realised that...this terrace seen all our sins." I said.
"You are right, we should get a bed," He said.
"FUCK OFF!"

-To be continued

Clara Johnson
All I Want is you baby