It's been several days since Niall didn't talk to me anymore. Actually, I don't know if it's really days or weeks so much I'm bad. I don't get over it. When I went to class these past few days, I didn't put myself next to my best friend, but alone.

Until the day a boy has settled with me without my permission. I looked at him in a terrifying way, but he then had a smile on his face. He is already trying to flirt with me. I feel it. But his smile vanished when the professor spoke, which made me happy.

After a few minutes of more or less exciting lessons, I took my phone to check if I had not received messages, especially from my best friend. But nothing. I put my phone back on the corner of the table and leaned on the table.

"She's cool her last song," said my neighbor table a few minutes later.

I looked at him, surprised, not knowing what it was about and rolled his eyes to return to the lecture.

"I mean The Cure, it's good for her that kind of song," he insisted.

"What do you want and then who are you to judge?" I say, helpless of all his remarks.

"Calm down Katheryn, I'm just trying to get to know you.

- What if I don't want to?" I asserted.

"Would you refuse to meet another Little Monster?" He asked surprised.

"Prove it!

- I'm a little monster?

- Of course."

I look forward to what he will tell me as stupidity since he is looking what to say to me by nibbling his pen.  

"Her real name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, she was a gogo dancer before becoming a singer, she is bisexual and she has fibromyalgia," he launches.

"All that is true, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you are a Little Monster, because this information is on the internet, you go on wikipedia and you have them, or else, on twitter finally no matter what doesn't prove anything that you I'm a fan of her," I said.

"Speechless and You and I are the only songs written by Lady Gaga alone," he spat.

"Right," I said, surprised at his answer. "You might be one."

He turned away from my eyes and grabbed his cell that he showed me a few seconds later, displaying hundreds of photos of Lady Gaga.

"Ok, you're really one, I apologize for behaving like this the Little Monster.

- Tommy. My name is Tommy," he insisted.

- All right, Tommy.

I then began to listen to the course feeling guilty then not to listen to it. But it was still not as exciting as I had hoped so I returned to my cell phone.

"What song do you prefer of her?" He whispered to me.

"Hum, it's hard to say, I love them all so I can't answer you.

- Really? Well, what I mean is that if you had to listen to only one of his songs, which one would you choose?" Insisted my table neighbor.

"If I ever had to listen to one, it would probably be Bad Romance, and you?" I say slowly.

"Perfect Illusion, even though now it makes me think of being here for the ring.

- It's good but just a little thing. Would you like her to be in a relationship with a man or a woman?" I asked him.

"A woman obviously, too?

- Huh? Me too? No, I'm straight," I replied panicked.

"No, I'm not talking about your sexual orientation, but Lady Gaga," laughing at my answer.

"Oh yes, sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't understand the question. But yes, I would love to see her in the company of a woman to see what it gives," I said.  

"Tommy and Katheryn, please stop chatting," the French teacher intervenes.

"Excuse us sir," I said sincerely as Tommy giggled at my side.

"Stop right now, it's not funny, we'll be fired from the course after," tapping on the shoulder.

"Relax a little," He said, laughing loudly.

"Good enough now, you're fired from the end of my class. Both," he shouted.

"But I didn't do anything," trying to justify myself.

"I don't want to know."

I put away my things as well as Tommy and leave the room.

"I hate you, Tommy.

- Oh really, but why? Because we were fired from class?"

I nod my head up and down to confirm that I hate being fired from class.

"You'll have to do it with me.

- What do you mean?

- I don't like too much classes, it's boring so I laugh often and get fired," he told me with a smile on his face.

"You know what, I was delighted to have met you, goodbye," I say, leaving in the direction of leaving high school.

"Wait for me Katheryn," he shouted, "what's going on?"

I stopped and turned to face him.

"You really want to know?

- Yeah.

- I have never been fired from classes; I have never dried classes and most importantly, I have never had any restraint. And in a day, because of you, I got fired of course and so we can say that I dry the course. With that, I definitely leave the room where you are."

I don't take my words lightly and definitely leave the hall to go to the room for the next class.