What are you going to do about it?

Class! Can everyone be quiet! Please?!" I pleaded, feeling a migraine in the depths of my skull.

Everything grew silent and I smiled thankfully up at the room of juniors. Standing up made my headache worse, but I had to quit being a pussy and push through it. I winced as I stood but ignored it and pointed up at the Interactive Whiteboard.

"Homework due 17th! Chose one of the artists displayed here." I motioned to the whiteboard, "And do a project on them. Containing things such as their date of birth, when they formed, perhaps when they died, they're genre, basic things like that. Anything else is optional." I saw a few kids looking up at me puzzled and sighed.

"The artists are.. Blink-182, New found glory, Metallica, Ed Sheeran, Lorde, Foxes, Altered Sky and One Direction." I instantly knew what the majority of the class were doing and shook my head, which was throbbing at this point, What has happened to humanity?!

"Okay! Everyone pack up and sit quietly until the bell goes."

Thank god it's lunch. That means 2 more classes and then home! To more work... Sometimes I hate being a teacher. I mean, its a great job, don't get me wrong, but sometimes i could do with a break. Especially after yesterday.

Mike hadn't been in 1st period and I hadn't seen him at all today. I guess it is only 4th period.

STOP WORRYING ABOUT THE KID. YOU SHOULD BE GLAD THAT HE'S NOT IN TODAY.

Pull yourself together, Tony.
You need to pull yourself together.
Like, right now.

Without realizing, 10 minutes had passed and the class appeared to have dismissed themselves around 7 minutes ago. Brilliant. And now guess who was sitting opposite me. Fuckin' Jaime. Has he got nothing better to do? Call his fucking boyfriend, for one.
I'd only met his boyfriend a handful of times, but he seemed pretty cool, his name was Jacky he looked like a girl, but he was okay. From what I can remember, anyway.
"What?" I muttered, feeling as though my head was going to explode.

"Mike paid me a visit earlier." He spoke, his tone completely professional.

"And?" I tried to cover up my nervous stutter with a cough. It fucking hurt, too.

"And nothing, just stating." He seemed to be watching me closely.

"That's a lovely statement. " I muttered, my eyes glued to the desk.

"You don't look too good.." I looked up to find Jaime biting his lip.

"Other than having a brain that seems like its gonna fuckin' self implode, i am perfectly fine." That was a lie, obviously.

"Want an aspirin?"

"Yes." I answered quickly, only stopping to wince once. New record.

Jaime handed me some aspirin and I took a couple dry, not having time to get some water. Honestly, im just lazy.

I set back with my eyes closing, my headache seeming to calm down after a while. Thank god, i think i might have shot myself if i had to endure that pain any longer.

I opened my eyes once again, to see Jaime looking around the bare classroom. And it was rather bare, I needed to get some more posters or something to stick up in here. Perhaps a My Chem one, and perhaps a Sum41 poster, general bands that most people will know. Alongside the same inspirational crap that is in most classrooms, of course.

"Now, if you don't mind, I would quite like to have some lunch."
"Take me for Ice Cream and I'll buy you lunch!" Jaime quickly chirped in, his mood brightening.

"Hmm.. Okay." I drew it out, just to tease him.

"Yay!" He squealed, like a child, might I add, and grabbed my hand, more my arm, and dragged me out of the classroom.

Notes

I KNOW I SAID THIS ONE WOULD BE LONGER, IM SORRY. I WROTE THIS DURING LUNCH ON MY PHONE. SO MANY APOLOGIES FOR ANY STUPID SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES, I LOVE YOU ALL LONG TIME, HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING. That is all. -Alisha <3