Jodie: Mine's DeadMature

"Mine's dead," Blake told me, making reference to his phone.  Yeah, buddy, yours is dead alright, but I wasn't thinking about his phone...I wanted to kill that kid so badly right then, but he was my best friend...and I was wondering if the Jerk Pack had anything to say about me.  Not that I cared, of course...

I looked at him in the eyes, rolled mine and walked away.  Of course, since we were going to the next class together, he followed.  I hated having him right behind me, breathing down my neck...wait, ew...what was that smell?  It smelled like...oh, what was her name?  She was in my gym class last semester, and wore that disgusting perfume every day...Claire!  That was it!  But what was Blake doing with the bitch queen?  

Whatever; I didn't care, just so long as he didn't get any of that on me...I handed him my phone, walking into the drama room and squinting evilly at anyone who dared catch my eye.  I was looking for a seat as far from Blake as I could, but naturally he sat down next to me...as usual.  Well, he was in for quite a surprise if he thought that I was going to let this go easily...

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