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Dear, diary Journal.
There's this new guy in my guitar class. Mrs dicks told me to help him out and he picked up the cords pretty easily. It was kinda embarrassing because it took me months to perfect any of them. I even told him
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"Don't be upset if you don't get these ones immediately. It took me a chunk of-"
"Like this?" He played the chord perfectly. I just stared, dumbfounded and in shock
"How did you-"
He went into his bag and pulled out a song, then started playing it all in one go. "I ah- just needed help with that one chord- Thanks Stan" He smiled. A wickedly cocky smile. It made my blood boil.
I scoffed at him. "You're welcome." Did I want this guy to know he got under my skin? Hell no. But did I react without thinking? Yeah.
After class I heard him call out to me.
"Stanley! Oh Stanley!"
I started walking faster. I didn't need people seeing me with him.
Once I safely reached my class I breathed a sigh of relief before scowling. Realizing it was the class I had the misfortune of being sat next to Craig at. Being paired up for a project with him. Only upside to this was now he wouldn't be spreading embarrassing moments about me at family dinners.
The downside was that now he was fishing for embarrassing moments from the project.
"Marsh"
"Craig"
He did that annoying tapping sound. We both knew it wasn't his favorite either but he knew I hated it more than he did.
The teacher scribbled nonsense on the board then handed out work we had to complete could work on the project. I started jotting down the usual shit just for Craig to tap my hand and whisper
"You can copy my work. I finished."
I quickly snapped back "How do I know you're not just setting me up?"
"We have to turn them in today. I wouldn't put so much effort in trying to trick you anyways. It's already a daily hobby"
"Fuck you"
"Do you want more time on the project or not?"
I thought for a moment then sighed "Fine."
I quickly copied down the work and handed BOTH of the sheets in before opening up my Chromebook and getting to work on the research while Craig worked on the presentation. When the teacher was walking around and passing the papers back I didn't look at them. Just prayed that Craig was being honest.
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He poisoned the sheet. Im assuming he bombed the assignment too since there's no possible way he could have changed the damn answers. Honestly I respect the bit, just don't respect him at all
My next class I immediately spotted that guy again. He was sitting in the front so I quickly moved to the back. Putting a book up so he couldn't spy on me or something.
"Stanley. How are you supposed to learn with a book covering your face?"
A few kids snickered at me while I put the book away. That kid started looking at me too. He was probably giggling too. Why do we need this class again? It's not like calculus is a day to day problem. But, of course! That stupid guy is raising his hand every two seconds making ME feel like an idiot every time I dare to raise mine.
"42?"
"Wrong. Butters?"
"50!"
I grumbled in my seat. RUNNING out of the class the moment the bell rung. And then I start to notice that the blonde guy was following me around.
I was in the middle of skipping a class when he suddenly came up to me
"Hiya Stanley!"
"AAH-" I tumbled to the floor
"Oh err sorry feller! I reckoned yew had uhm already noticed me by now. I wanted to introduce ma self!" He helped me up with that stupid grin again
"Ma name is Leopold Butters Scotch! But yew can just acall me butters" he held out his hand and I stared at it. The only thing going through my head being-
“What a pretentious asshole.”