School or Destroy || demxnsxouls
The ringbell indicating lunchtime sounded a couple of minutes ago, and Jeane fastly assured herself to be outside of the class. But instead of going to the cafeteria and meet the other classmates here, she was hurrying to check on her mobile phone.
"Damn Travis, damn, damn, damn! You don't give a fuck about anything... Do you..."
She bursted into a deep sight, leaving her schoolbag down her legs as she was sitting in the stairs that connected first floor with main floor —the place where the myriad of hungry students was passing fastly enough to assault the cafeteria.— and now quietly as it was, with her alone, she was still wondering about how idiot her crush was. Travis. Another adolescent from another center, who Jeane met in a Friday night at the neon alley a couple of months ago. They liked each other and, although they wasn't going out officially, actually kissed and teased the other for a good time.
[If you don't want to talk with me, then fuck off. I'm really done.]
She texted aggressively, red eyes with a pronounced frown fixating in the thing's screen. They argued somewhat last weekend. It was something banal but they argued strong and now the dork wasn't replying to her messages. Of course, it was always Jeane who came back to talk to him, and now she was getting tired of his playings. With a bit of internal stress if he wasn't willing to talk, she would dump him, and forgave the idea of coming back to him for a while.
"Damn me... If you weren't that nice when things go as they should..." Lamented, and rolled her eyes with a deep sigh."Better go for lu...UNCH!"
Someone decided to go down the stairs as an stampede and decided to ignore her presence, too, as she found probably a leg hitting her head, now Jeane down the stairs laying with dizzyness as the mobile went hitting the ground too. Who was that brute?
"Ouch... D-damn! Don't you see the way you're coming?! Idiot!" She yelled, without even looking at the other figure. That's too damns for only a lunch time, isn't it...
