"I can't beileve you're making me work with HIM!" Heather yelled. "Are you just trying to piss me off?! Or maybe you're just another one of those idiots who think I like him! Well I DON'T!"
"Heather," Ms. Collins said, trying to calm down her student. "This has absolutely nothing to do with you and Alejandro's rumored romance. And if you talk to me in that manner again, you're going to find yourself in ISS, young lady. Now sit."
The girl grumbled and sat next to the afromentioned Latino, who struggled to yell at her and kiss her at the same time.
It was annoying to love someone who was annoying.
Especially someone like Heather. For a human being, she complained more than humanely possible. But he never made that even noticable until today.
"If you keep pouring like that, it'll spill!" Heather scolded.
"No it won't. Calm down." Alejandro retorted.
"Ugh, you don't take anything seriously! If we fail this, it'll be your fault!..."
Both of their hands slipped and the chemicals fell to the floor.
"NICE JOB, DOOFUS!" The queen bee yelled.
"You were the one not paying attention!" The arch villain responded bitterly.
"Jeez, you are such a moron!"
Blah, blah, blah was all he heard. Slowly, he was getting annoyed. Then aggrivated. Then angry.
This was the special kind of anger that pushed away every other feeling.
Even love.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Alejandro screamed, standing up from his seat. The rest of the class looked at him in alarm; the normally calm, charming one who had never lost his cool..
Lost his cool.
Heather looked up at the angry body of her partner.
"I am SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU! You blame all of your problems on other people and you never appreciate anything from anyone! You're always being negative and you're so goddamn selfish you want everyone expect you to suffer! You treat everyone like dirt, make everyone's life a living hell, you're a stuck up bitch, and you complain about EVERYTHING! And now you're blaming me for something you did?! Like hell! You're the one who's the moron and a loser! The only thing you're capable of is messing up! You are nothing but a stupid, usless, IDIOT! I hate you!"
The class went quiet. Ms. Collins' face was white. Heather stood quietly, her eyes pouring down tears.
Alejandro was quiet too, his anger gone away. Now, he felt a wave of guilt.
"Heather, I-"
He was cut off by a slap across the face.
"I don't need your 'pity'! You made it clear that you hate me, so screw you!" Yelled the girl, wrapping her arms around herself and taking off out of the classroom.
Things were normal after that, except that Heather had disappeared, and Alejandro was given restricted lunch.
"My god, you should have seen me. I was like a TDI fan doing a Duncan and Courtney rant. Everyone was quiet, and-ugh." Groaned Alejandro, burying his face in his arms.
"So..what about Heather?"
"I haven't seen her all day.."
"You know you have to apologize." Izzy said firmly. "Even if it is the Heather Thorn everyone hated until the 11th grade, making a girl cry is unforgivable."
The Latino sighed. He knew when the psycho was speaking in this tone, she was trying to (a. Be the mother, or(b. Make him feel bad.
It worked, on both accounts.
"I'm going to try and find her."
"Heather?! Heather!!" Alejandro called, running down the hallways. Some kids looked at him strangley, but he ignored the looks and kept running.
Where could a girl go to cry?! The library, a classroom, UGH!! I have to find her!!
He walked closley to the bathroom, and heard crying noises come out of the girl's side.
"Heather.." Whispered the arch villain, swallowing hard.
He stepped quietly in the bathroom, praying that nobody but Heather was there.
"Heather?"
She finally turned to him, her eyes burning with hate and sadness.
"What do you want, jerk?!"
Alejandro looked at the messy, damp floor. "I...I came to apologize.."
"For what?? Being an asshole?! Or how about humiliating me in front of everyone? I'm sorry, but apology unaccepted!"
He wanted to yell at her again. But that's what got me into this!
"..I was yelling because I was annoyed at you..you complain so much about things you don't need to complain about.." Alejandro found himself sitting next to her. "But the strange thing is..that's what I like about you.."
"...What..?" Mumured Heather, her tears continuing.
"Yes..I like a lot of things about you..I didn't mean a single word I said back there. I never did. I don't hate you..I love you.."
"......"
"And," He continued, his cheeks tinted red, his eyes sad. "I'm sorry."
"Really?" Whispered the Asian girl, blushing as well.
"Yes.."
Alejandro turned to her, grabbing her hand as she did. Slowly he took her into a soft kiss.
Heather kissed back, wrapping her arms around his wasit, going up to his torso, and finally his neck. The kiss started getting more passionate, as they pressed their bodies against each other.
He felt her breast squeeze slightly, making her moan softly. A hot feeling overtook both teens as their hearts pounded, and their moans were louder.
They finally parted their lips, blushing madly.
"A-Alejandro.." Heather whispered. "I-I'm sorry I was always..so annoying."
"I-it's okay, mi amor...I'm sorry I yelled at you.."
"It's okay."
Holding each other's hands, they walked out of the bathroom and the building, ready to go home.
"Heather," Ms. Collins said, trying to calm down her student. "This has absolutely nothing to do with you and Alejandro's rumored romance. And if you talk to me in that manner again, you're going to find yourself in ISS, young lady. Now sit."
The girl grumbled and sat next to the afromentioned Latino, who struggled to yell at her and kiss her at the same time.
It was annoying to love someone who was annoying.
Especially someone like Heather. For a human being, she complained more than humanely possible. But he never made that even noticable until today.
"If you keep pouring like that, it'll spill!" Heather scolded.
"No it won't. Calm down." Alejandro retorted.
"Ugh, you don't take anything seriously! If we fail this, it'll be your fault!..."
Both of their hands slipped and the chemicals fell to the floor.
"NICE JOB, DOOFUS!" The queen bee yelled.
"You were the one not paying attention!" The arch villain responded bitterly.
"Jeez, you are such a moron!"
Blah, blah, blah was all he heard. Slowly, he was getting annoyed. Then aggrivated. Then angry.
This was the special kind of anger that pushed away every other feeling.
Even love.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Alejandro screamed, standing up from his seat. The rest of the class looked at him in alarm; the normally calm, charming one who had never lost his cool..
Lost his cool.
Heather looked up at the angry body of her partner.
"I am SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU! You blame all of your problems on other people and you never appreciate anything from anyone! You're always being negative and you're so goddamn selfish you want everyone expect you to suffer! You treat everyone like dirt, make everyone's life a living hell, you're a stuck up bitch, and you complain about EVERYTHING! And now you're blaming me for something you did?! Like hell! You're the one who's the moron and a loser! The only thing you're capable of is messing up! You are nothing but a stupid, usless, IDIOT! I hate you!"
The class went quiet. Ms. Collins' face was white. Heather stood quietly, her eyes pouring down tears.
Alejandro was quiet too, his anger gone away. Now, he felt a wave of guilt.
"Heather, I-"
He was cut off by a slap across the face.
"I don't need your 'pity'! You made it clear that you hate me, so screw you!" Yelled the girl, wrapping her arms around herself and taking off out of the classroom.
Things were normal after that, except that Heather had disappeared, and Alejandro was given restricted lunch.
"My god, you should have seen me. I was like a TDI fan doing a Duncan and Courtney rant. Everyone was quiet, and-ugh." Groaned Alejandro, burying his face in his arms.
"So..what about Heather?"
"I haven't seen her all day.."
"You know you have to apologize." Izzy said firmly. "Even if it is the Heather Thorn everyone hated until the 11th grade, making a girl cry is unforgivable."
The Latino sighed. He knew when the psycho was speaking in this tone, she was trying to (a. Be the mother, or(b. Make him feel bad.
It worked, on both accounts.
"I'm going to try and find her."
"Heather?! Heather!!" Alejandro called, running down the hallways. Some kids looked at him strangley, but he ignored the looks and kept running.
Where could a girl go to cry?! The library, a classroom, UGH!! I have to find her!!
He walked closley to the bathroom, and heard crying noises come out of the girl's side.
"Heather.." Whispered the arch villain, swallowing hard.
He stepped quietly in the bathroom, praying that nobody but Heather was there.
"Heather?"
She finally turned to him, her eyes burning with hate and sadness.
"What do you want, jerk?!"
Alejandro looked at the messy, damp floor. "I...I came to apologize.."
"For what?? Being an asshole?! Or how about humiliating me in front of everyone? I'm sorry, but apology unaccepted!"
He wanted to yell at her again. But that's what got me into this!
"..I was yelling because I was annoyed at you..you complain so much about things you don't need to complain about.." Alejandro found himself sitting next to her. "But the strange thing is..that's what I like about you.."
"...What..?" Mumured Heather, her tears continuing.
"Yes..I like a lot of things about you..I didn't mean a single word I said back there. I never did. I don't hate you..I love you.."
"......"
"And," He continued, his cheeks tinted red, his eyes sad. "I'm sorry."
"Really?" Whispered the Asian girl, blushing as well.
"Yes.."
Alejandro turned to her, grabbing her hand as she did. Slowly he took her into a soft kiss.
Heather kissed back, wrapping her arms around his wasit, going up to his torso, and finally his neck. The kiss started getting more passionate, as they pressed their bodies against each other.
He felt her breast squeeze slightly, making her moan softly. A hot feeling overtook both teens as their hearts pounded, and their moans were louder.
They finally parted their lips, blushing madly.
"A-Alejandro.." Heather whispered. "I-I'm sorry I was always..so annoying."
"I-it's okay, mi amor...I'm sorry I yelled at you.."
"It's okay."
Holding each other's hands, they walked out of the bathroom and the building, ready to go home.