based on a true story.

may six, friday, two thousand sixteen.

him
her

"can i borrow a purple?" he asked wanting a marker for the coloring sheets, we had to do in math - which was very hard to do.

"here." i said handing him a purple colored pencil and a purple marker.

he reached for them and touched my hand. i flinched as his skin touched mime. he took both of them and i scooted back in my seat, making sure not to get too close to him.

"thanks." he said. "wait, this isn't purple! it's blue!" he said sticking out the purple colored pencil to me.

"oh whoops! here you go." i said, handing him a blue colored pencil. i was too caught up to notice.

"this is violet, not purple!" he yelled.

"violet is a shade of purple. why does it matter?" i asked, getting annoyed with him.

"i wanted purple. take it back." he stuck out the colored pencil for me to take. i snatched it from him as i blushed of embarrassment, while hating him - yes, at the same time.

"hey!" he said, after a couple of minutes.

"what do you want?" i said. i was atill mad at him from before.

"geez..." he said, turning away. "hey!" he said, after a few more minutes.

"leave me alone!" i yelled, rolling my eyes. i didn't want him to leave me alone.

"hey!" he said again.

"shut up!"

"are you my friend?"

"no."

"why?"

"because you're annoying and i don't like you."

"because you like me?" he asked, as i tried hiding my face with my hair.

i blushed. "no, because i don't like you."

"oh." he said, ending the conversation.

i wanted it to end, but i also didn't want it to end. i walked up to our class tray and turned in my coloring sheet as my friend followed. i walked back to my desk, tripping over another desk.

"don't trip." he leaned back on a desk. he was talking to the teacher, being his normal self - the suck-up.

"i hope i trip, fall, and then die." i sat back down.

we didn't talk for the rest of class.

bye.
- jennifer