Just a Freak
Stupid 'Fro Head
"Hey, Mr. G."
After school. Extra help.
Like I told you, the work is absolutely useless to me.
"Hi, Riley." He looked up from some paper shit on his desk. He had glasses on. How adorable is that?
He's a doll. In a good way, too.
"Riley." He got up from his desk. There were two others students in the room.
Some short, blonde girl, and some boy with a red 'fro. His 'fro made me laugh.
"Why are you here? I don't really think you need to extra help. You're doing great in class."
I beamed. He thought I was doing great. How cute is he?
"I just wanted to drop in and say hi," I told him. "Besides, what's a little extra work? It can only help rather than hurt."
He seemed hesitant.
"Oh, alright. Go sit down. I'll give you a packet to work on and you just call me over if you need help."
You just call me over if you need help. I'll be taking advantage of that.
The moment he sat down I raised my hand.
"Mr. Geiger, I can't seem to understand this."
He sighed and walked over. "Which problem?"
"Oh, it's not a problem. It's right here, at the top. It's same AME, and then a line. Now what the hell does that mean?"
"You really shouldn't cuss, Riley. And it got cut off when I was copying the paper. It's supposed to say Name. Now, you know what that means, right?"
"Um, could you give me a little run-through of it again?"
"Ha, ha. Funny, Riley. I think you just came here to fool around."
"Yeah, pretty much."
He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright, then. I could give you detention. But instead I'm telling you to go home and finish the packet on your own."
"Aw, come on. That's not fair. Can't I just stay here and you give me detention for tomorrow?"
"No, Riley. I don't want you disturbing my extra help class."
"I'm not disturbing anyone! Are you guys disturbed?" I looked at the other two in the class.
The glanced at each other with Scared Straight looks on their faces, the redheaded boy nodding.
Fuck you.
Stupid 'fro head.
So I left.
Debbie's in a little lunch box in my back pack. It's my turn to take her.
I've kind of been thinking of inviting Caleb to sit with me at lunch.
Even though I don't like talking when I eat, it does get pretty fucking lonely sometimes.
I wonder were he sits.
I came home to Mom holding a dress.
No....
No.
No!
"Please, Riley, just try it on quickly. You'll look so beautiful in it."
I crossed my arms over my chest.
I locked the door.
"Please!" Mom called from my little staircase.
"No!"
Fuck off!
I don't want to wear the goddamn dress!
"Just really quickly, Riley."
"No."
"Riley, I'm going to count to ten."
"What're you gonna do when you get to one?"
"Call the police!"
"Go ahead."
"Ten."
"They'll just laugh at you."
"Nine. Eight. Seven."
"You'll make an idiot out of yourself."
"Six. Five."
"They're gonna laugh at you! Cut it out! Stop it!"
"Four. Three."
I pulled the door open.
"Stop freaking counting!" I shouted at her.
She grinned.
Shit. She got me.
The dress looks ridiculous on me.
It's this off-white, poofy thing that looks like a tattered wedding dress.
I don't know how she got me to wear it.
A lot of screaming.
You'd think I was going to be hanged.
But I'm in it.
And hating it.
"I bet your boyfriend Caleb would think you looked pretty," Mom teased. "You could wear the dress when you go to Prom together."
I exploded.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND, FOR THE LAST TIME! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING HE IS?"
"Riley, honey, calm down. I'm just teasing you."
"I don't like being teased," I grumbled. In my stupid dress.
I feel like an idiot in this dumb thing.
"It makes me sad that I can't joke around with you without being snapped at, Riley."
I just frowned. Get me out of this dress.
After school. Extra help.
Like I told you, the work is absolutely useless to me.
"Hi, Riley." He looked up from some paper shit on his desk. He had glasses on. How adorable is that?
He's a doll. In a good way, too.
"Riley." He got up from his desk. There were two others students in the room.
Some short, blonde girl, and some boy with a red 'fro. His 'fro made me laugh.
"Why are you here? I don't really think you need to extra help. You're doing great in class."
I beamed. He thought I was doing great. How cute is he?
"I just wanted to drop in and say hi," I told him. "Besides, what's a little extra work? It can only help rather than hurt."
He seemed hesitant.
"Oh, alright. Go sit down. I'll give you a packet to work on and you just call me over if you need help."
You just call me over if you need help. I'll be taking advantage of that.
The moment he sat down I raised my hand.
"Mr. Geiger, I can't seem to understand this."
He sighed and walked over. "Which problem?"
"Oh, it's not a problem. It's right here, at the top. It's same AME, and then a line. Now what the hell does that mean?"
"You really shouldn't cuss, Riley. And it got cut off when I was copying the paper. It's supposed to say Name. Now, you know what that means, right?"
"Um, could you give me a little run-through of it again?"
"Ha, ha. Funny, Riley. I think you just came here to fool around."
"Yeah, pretty much."
He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright, then. I could give you detention. But instead I'm telling you to go home and finish the packet on your own."
"Aw, come on. That's not fair. Can't I just stay here and you give me detention for tomorrow?"
"No, Riley. I don't want you disturbing my extra help class."
"I'm not disturbing anyone! Are you guys disturbed?" I looked at the other two in the class.
The glanced at each other with Scared Straight looks on their faces, the redheaded boy nodding.
Fuck you.
Stupid 'fro head.
So I left.
Debbie's in a little lunch box in my back pack. It's my turn to take her.
I've kind of been thinking of inviting Caleb to sit with me at lunch.
Even though I don't like talking when I eat, it does get pretty fucking lonely sometimes.
I wonder were he sits.
I came home to Mom holding a dress.
No....
No.
No!
"Please, Riley, just try it on quickly. You'll look so beautiful in it."
I crossed my arms over my chest.
I locked the door.
"Please!" Mom called from my little staircase.
"No!"
Fuck off!
I don't want to wear the goddamn dress!
"Just really quickly, Riley."
"No."
"Riley, I'm going to count to ten."
"What're you gonna do when you get to one?"
"Call the police!"
"Go ahead."
"Ten."
"They'll just laugh at you."
"Nine. Eight. Seven."
"You'll make an idiot out of yourself."
"Six. Five."
"They're gonna laugh at you! Cut it out! Stop it!"
"Four. Three."
I pulled the door open.
"Stop freaking counting!" I shouted at her.
She grinned.
Shit. She got me.
The dress looks ridiculous on me.
It's this off-white, poofy thing that looks like a tattered wedding dress.
I don't know how she got me to wear it.
A lot of screaming.
You'd think I was going to be hanged.
But I'm in it.
And hating it.
"I bet your boyfriend Caleb would think you looked pretty," Mom teased. "You could wear the dress when you go to Prom together."
I exploded.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND, FOR THE LAST TIME! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING HE IS?"
"Riley, honey, calm down. I'm just teasing you."
"I don't like being teased," I grumbled. In my stupid dress.
I feel like an idiot in this dumb thing.
"It makes me sad that I can't joke around with you without being snapped at, Riley."
I just frowned. Get me out of this dress.
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