(Sorry I haven't been on. I got grounded and just got my computer back. I'll reply tomorrow. I promise!)
I don't really mind. We can do either one.
Okay! Sounds good to me!
English. Paul hated English class. It was the last class of the day, the most boring class, and it was the longest class. The only good part about it was that he got to see Giselle. Paul instantly smiled at the thought of making fun of her. Ever since he met her in the 7th grade, he had made fun of her. He started out with making her believe that she had a chance with him, and that was a great laugh. Him and his friends had laughed about that for weeks. Shortly after that humiliation died out from that, he had started making fun of Giselle because of her weight, and that escalated. Ever since Paul had told the whole school about that, no one had talked to her. Paul really didn't care that he had ruined her whole life. He was a total jerk and he knew that, but he didn't care who he hurt. They probably deserved it in the first place. He shook his head a little as he got out of his thoughts. He heard the bell ring to go to class and grinned. "Time to go have some fun," he mumbled under his breath. A few of his friends heard him and chuckled. Paul chuckled as well then grabbed his book, walking into the classroom. He looked around then smirked as he saw Giselle sitting in the very back seat. He flirted with a few of the girls who were sitting in the front of the class then moved to his seat in the middle. He set his book on his desk then turned around to face Giselle. "Hey Gazelle. How's your day been huh? I hope it's been awful." He laughed as soon as he heard his friends laugh then turned around to face the teacher. He had starting calling her Gazelle after the fat jokes had died out. It didn't really make any sense with her being overweight, but it was the only thing he could think of to make fun of her with. That was his permanent nickname for her ever since. He looked back at her and smirked before looking forward at the teacher again.
Paul sighed loudly as the teacher started handing out the paper for the group work they would be doing that day. He would always make fun of Giselle when they did this because she never did it, but he decided not to do it today. He would do something worse on the walk home. He smirked and grinned at the same time as he moved his desk to his group, which was with a bunch of girls. For the rest of the class, Paul flirted with the girls and wrote down their answers to the questions. Once the bell rang, he grabbed his book and paper then left with his friends. He laughed and looked back at Giselle as one of his friends said some snide comment about her. Paul joked around with his friends as they walked to their lockers. Paul put his book in his locker then grabbed his house keys, headed out the school doors to his house. He usually drove to school, but he was feeling really hot this morning and didn't want to be in his semi-stuffy car.