I performed as the assistant principal's T.A for my Junior year in high school, and I was a total loser. I had friends, yeah, but they were all stoners and losers as well. I had friends who were girls, but they thought I was either gay or just a friend. T.A was my first class of the day, and it was always epic. I worked in the office, and they gave me whatever I wanted. If I wanted some coffee, they would pour me some. They always had cookies for the teachers coming in, so it was epic.

Back to the story, one day I was asked to go to a class and deliver a note to the teacher. I hated this. Anyone who has ever been a T.A and is socially awkward knows this sucks. You have to go into a class, and everyone looks at you. You usually fuck up, fall, or look stupid, and they laugh.

This time I went up a few flights of stairs to the E building, and I went to a class I never went to before. There was only one desk in the small room, and there were only five kids in the class. Lucky fucking bastards. I wish I could have been in a class with such a small amount of kids.

I saw the teacher talking to her assistant, and I gave her the note that I was sent with. She asked me to sit down while she wrote a note back to the lady who worked in the office that I sat in, and I settled down where the kids were.

There were three guys and two girls. The three guys were all punching and hitting each other. They looked pretty normal, but they kept on hitting each other and saying stuff that I didn't even understand. While waiting, they all got up and started moving back to the end of the class with their continued slapping. The assistant went up to them and then took them outside to talk.

The two girls sitting with me stared at me. The first one was really plain and ugly. She had droopy eyes and looked like she could be more awkward than me. She was fidgeting in her seat, and she was tapping one of her hands against the other for some reason. The other was one of the cutest girls I've ever seen. Long red hair, really pretty blue eyes, and she was so small and petite. I asked her how class was, and she said it in the most amazing voice ever. She said that class was good, and she smiled.

And this my friends, is the story of how I joined Special Ed. to fuck a retarded girl.

I didn't say anything else to the girl, but I got the note from the classroom teacher a few minutes later and that was it. I went back to the office and asked what class that was, and the lady who was the secretary to the assistant principal told me that was one of the Special Ed. unit classes.

At first, I didn't know what to say. I thought the class was weird with it having such small amount of students compared to my classes, but they didn't look like total retards. I asked what kind of retards they were, and the secretary laughed at me and said not to use that term. I apologized, and she said that they weren't that handicapped. They had stuff like ADD, asperger syndrome, depression, dyslexia, and other stuff that made it hard for them to function in a bigger classroom with more students.

That's when I knew what my destiny was. I had to join that class. I had to get away from the idiotic peers I had to deal with. No more would I be ignored and treated like a total freak. I would go to a class where I could be the most normal one out of all of them, but the question was: how I do all of this?

I spent the rest of the day stalking outside that classroom when I had my passing periods. I actually used my T.A pass to skip one of my classes and watch from outside. The five kids never changed their classes. They had the same teacher every day. They had different lunch times from everyone. When we had lunch, they were in class. During 5th period, they got up and went out to lunch while everyone was in class.

The girl was constantly there with her friend, drawing and writing in the cutest way possible. I was hoping that she wasn't really that handicapped and only had one of those phony ones like depression. I could handle a girl who wanted to kill herself. I could not handle a girl that threw up on herself constantly and needed me to wipe it off.

After the last bell rang, I watched as the girl with the long cherry colored hair came out of class and walked outside. I followed behind, walking through the crowd like a ninja, and kept on going until she got close to the gate.

She waited by the gate, not going past it, and I waited. A few of my loser friends came up and tried to fuck with my plan, but I told them to screw off and let me watch the girl. I stood probably twenty feet from her, watching and waiting until she went somewhere.

Finally, a middle-aged woman came up to her and took her hand. The red headed girl smiled, hugged the woman, and they walked hand and hand outside the gate and down the steep road that led to the parking lot.

I stalked behind them, seeing where they were going, and watched as they got into their mini van together and drove off. It was weird seeing a probable seventeen-year-old going hand by hand with an older woman while surrounded by teenagers, but it was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life.

My destiny was written in stone, people. I needed to be with this girl. I didn't care if she threw up on me, my family, and my stupid friends. I had to be with her, but I couldn't if I wasn't in her classes. If I wasn't in her classes, I would never get to see her. No lunch together, and she got picked right up by that lady.

I had to join Special Education. It was my goal.

I went home and started thinking what I could do to talk to her and get into that damn unit. My Mom and Dad were always good to me, and being an only child, I was always the center of attention to them when it came to problems. During dinner, I stopped eating for a few seconds and said that I had a good day. They were happy that I had a good day at school for once and didn't say how boring and stupid it was.

I then threw in that I went to a classroom of only five kids today, and I said how great it was. My Dad asked what kind of class it was, and I said it was the class for Special Education. My Dad laughed, commented on how all the special kids should be moved away from the regular kids for safety reasons, and that was the end of me asking if it would be okay if I transferred there.

Knowing that they wouldn't help me and wouldn't vouch for me having a problem, I went to school the next idea with an idea. I started talking to the secretary, wanting to know who I went to for changing classes. She said it was the adviser's job of each grade to put people in classes.

I went to my adviser, a young female that could be only years out of college, and started laying it on. I told her that my family was hiding a secret from the school and that I wasn't cut out for regular classes. She looked at my grades and said they were very good, but I argued that it was only because I copied and cheated.

She replied that she would call my parents, but I pleaded not to. I put on some fake tears, thinking about dead kittens, and told her that if she told my parents, they would hate me forever. I asked if she could put me into an easier class, and she said what type of unit I was looking for.

I told her about the class in the E Building, and she said that was Mrs. Rook's class. I said that class could fit me well, and she commented that the smaller class size could help me if I was having trouble. She gave me a hug, said everything would be alright, and wondered if I wanted a candy. People were really nicer to me when they thought I was mentally challenged.

All I wanted to know was one thing. I asked if I could know what problems the kids in the class had. One had really bad depression, two had aspergers, one just lost both of their parents in a fire, and one was psychotic.

And lucky me, I was in love with a psycho.

Next day I went to the adviser, signed out of all my old classes except T.A, and I walked into my new world in Classroom 52 on the third floor in the E Building. When I walk in, the three boys are all sitting at one end of the table and the two girls are at the other.

Mrs. Rook says that she was very proud of me for telling the adviser about my situation, and she gave me a hug. She said that I would love it in this classroom, and I would excel like no one ever expected me to. I hadn't got this much praise since winning the spelling bee in fourth grade. My teacher gave me a high five and had a pizza party for my accomplishment.

The teacher told the whole class to stop working and look up at me. She explained that I was coming from regular classes to their class because I wanted to open my eyes to different options the school gave us. Essentially, she was telling them that I was too stupid to be in regular classes, so I came to their stupid class to do no work and get A's.

She asked if I wanted to say anything about myself, and I told them my name. I said I was very happy to meet all of them, and the three idiot guys all started laughing. Two of them were hitting each other while this was going on, and I guessed they had that aspergers syndrome. The other guy was laughing, but he didn't look happy to be here. I pegged him as the guy who's parents got killed right off the bat. Putting that down to the two girls. One was psycho, the one I wanted, and the weird girl was the one with major depression.

Mrs. Rook replied after that I did a great job saying hello to everyone, and all six people in the class started to clap for me. Her assistant, an elder woman, gave me a hug and told me that I could sit anywhere.

They gave me some bullshit sheet that wanted to know how I was and all that. It was worth 20 points, which would be probably three days of work in most of my old classes, and it only took me about thirty minutes to finish.

I worked on the side with the two girls, but I didn't really talk to them while writing my paper. I thought it would be bad if I crept the psycho girl out on the first day. When finished, the girl with depression looked at my paper and commented on how fast I did it. She said that it took her two days to finish hers, and she looked sad.

I said that I only finished it so fast because I didn't really try (and I didn't, but that was because it was so fucking simple), and she seemed to be a little bit happier. The girl with red hair said that it was nice to see me again, and she told me her name was Zoe. Not Zoey. Not Zooey. Just Zoe.

She wanted to know if I liked the class so far, and I told her it was great. It was insanely boring listening to the three retards to my right talking about what type of breasts they liked the best when two girls were right by them, but it wasn't that bad. It was way more relaxing than my other classes.

Lunch came, and the five of us got up and went to the lunchroom. It was amazing, guys. It was fucking amazing. No one was there except for us five kids and then probably twenty more. Instead of 3,000 kids fighting over spots in line, it was only about twenty five kids in line.

The other unites looked to be more deranged than we were. There were lots of kids that were yelling random things, running around, and seemed to be heavily handicapped. One of them came up to me, gave me a hug, and then ran away.

Zoe, the depressing girl named Amy, and me got our lunch and sat down at a lone table from everyone else. We talked about regular things, but Zoe always was looking around like something was about to hurt her. She apologized for being weird and ate her sandwich quietly, probably feeling embarrassed about her actions.

Then an idea came up to make her feel better. I told both of them that I had depression because my Grandfather used to sexually abuse me. They were both into my total bullshit story, and they were both really caring about it. Amy looked to be much happier afterward that another person had a depressing past like her.

Next, I added in because of this, the doctors diagnosed me as psychotic. Zoe shot up after I said that, and she admitted that she was like that too. I told her I was surprised, them not knowing I knew that their diagnoses were before i met them, and said that she was very normal. This opened both of them up, and I was in.

Before the bell rang, she asked if I was planning to go to the Special Education Dance on Friday. I looked at them like I didn't have any clue what it was, but I knew that our school was having a dance at night time. Was it the same thing?

She explained that a lot of the kids couldn't handle the pressure of the actual dance and didn't know the people going to that one, so the school let the Special Ed. teachers organize a small one that they were going to have during the lunch period in the gym.

Knowing that this would be a good chance to talk to Zoe some more, I said I would love to go. With both of the girls happy, they talked about what they wanted to wear on that day.

Yes, a Special Education Dance. I really had hit the top of my high school popular, hadn't I?

Friday came quickly, and I was in my T.A class talking to the secretary about my new life in Special Education. She asked if I was having a good time in there, and I couldn't lie about it. I was having a great time in that class. All I had been doing was these silly work sheets on lower level subjects, and I was getting massive points. If I tried, I could probably graduate high school that year and never look back. Zoe, me and Amy became really good friends as well during this time.

Amy told me about her family. Her Mom died of cancer a year or two back, and she started to do worse and worse in school since then. She became unmotivated and that's when she ended up in the Special Ed. unit. She never had any friends to begin with when she came into high school, so her only friend she's ever had in the school was Zoe. Amy also talked about how her Dad didn't really listen to her, and she was never allowed to go out because he was too afraid she would get hurt. Beside Zoe, her best friend was a cat named Tony. He slept by her bed every night, and he was the only one that listened to her when she cried. It fucking depressed me, dammit.

Zoe was different. She was always weird. She didn't just grow into it like Amy. Ever since she was a kid, she admitted that she had imaginary friends. It all started with a talking bunny named Jack. Jack would follow her to school and play with her when none of the other kids did. Her parents thought this was fine until she was 13-years-old and still had imaginary friends. Zoe told her parents that she didn't like any of the kids, and that her imaginary friends didn't like them either.

This led to her going straight to a therapist, and she told the worker that she saw things that no other person could see. She had friends named Jack, Tim, Robert, Mary, and all of these other crazy things. Jack was her best friend, the rabbit, and he was apparently married to Mary who was a raccoon. If she didn't have such a cute voice, I would have been freaked the fuck out.

She got pills for the hallucinations to go away, and they worked somewhat. She admitted that she still talked to Jack at night, and they were still really good friends even if she didn't seem him all the time now. I lied and said that I saw stuff like that to, and she questioned if I had any imaginary friends.

I made up Joseph the Turtle. Joesph, from what I said, was my only friend through my whole life. This was a total and complete lie, but they bought it. Zoe wanted to know what he was like, and I said Joseph was a former kickboxing champion and protected me from bullies. This prompted her to touch my arm, and I melted when she did. Her smile was like a new wave of living coming over me. She said that Jack and Joseph should play together some time, and I agreed, even if it did sound really creepy if someone else was listening into our conversation.

After my T.A period of telling the secretary about my new life, I met Zoe in the classroom. She was wearing a strawberry patterned dress that she wore for the dance. Amy was wearing a black dress as well, and some of the guys were wearing suits, but I couldn't get my eyes off of that beautiful dress she was wearing. It was just so sweet, cute, and cuddly on her, that I wanted to jump on her and have sex on the table.

Noticing that I was dressed down for this thing, I apologized to Mrs. Rook. She said that it was fine and that it wasn't mandatory, and Zoe commented that it was fine that I didn't dress up and only new a few days before it happened.

When the bell rang for lunch, Mrs. Rook led us into the gym where the rest of the Special Education kids were waiting. The dance was very much scaled down. There were a few decorations, a table with cookies and juice on it, and a gigantic stereo playing music, but that was it.

The teachers stood by the wall, talking, and hoping none of the kids hurt each other. The music started to play louder, prompting some of the kids to start dancing. Jonas Brothers, to my rage, started to blast out of the speakers, and some of the more mentally handicapped girls from the other classes started to scream with joy and jump around.

A retarded girl that smelled like sweat took my hand and tried to dance with me while I was by Zoe. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to look like a douche. I went and danced to the shitty song for a few seconds until I pushed some idiot with a light blue tux on to dance with her.

Amy was talking about how bad the music was, and I agreed. We waited until the song changed to something more suitable, but all the songs were crap. Zoe sat down with me at the end of the row of chairs while Amy went off to go dance with one of the guys in our class.

I wanted to know if she wanted to dance, but she told me that she was too scared to dance. They had one of these a few months ago, and she ended up on the floor crying because she tripped over her feat and landed head first into the cookie table.

I started to burst out laughing like it was a joke, but then I saw it wasn't and felt horrible. She had a depressed look on her face like Amy always did, and I said that it wasn't a big deal. I made up another lie of how I once fell at a dance as well, and she bought it. She thanked me for not treating her like some sort of freak, and I thanked her for also not treating me like some psycho freak.

The song finally got to something good, and I asked her to dance. She was very clumsy, a terrible dancer, and we had to fucking duck a few times because of the retards jumping up and down beside us, but it was a great moment. I had to take hold of her shoulders so she didn't fall, and we started laughing at the end of it because she was able to keep on her feet the whole time.

All in all, it was a good day. A very good day. I was just happy none of my friends saw me, or I would never be able to talk to them again. Especially if they had seen me get dragged away by the crazy handicapped girl.

The day after the dance, I stayed home all day and stared at the pictures that Mrs. Rook took of the class during the party. I pinned the picture of me, Zoe, and Amy on my wall, and I continued to stare at Zoe for a couple of hours to my enjoyment. I didn't think Amy fit the picture and wanted me and my love to be alone in it, so I crossed out her face with black marker. Made the picture much better.

Saturday was spent with me working in the field for my Dad, looking at Zoe in that picture, and watching television with my Mom who wanted to know how school was going. I told it was going great, and she said that it was wonderful that I finally saw the good things about school. I agreed, saying that school was a great place to meet new people, and she asked who I had met.

I told her I met a lot of new, exciting, and caring people that couldn't keep their hands off me. This was true, but I left the part out where the people touching me were mentally retarded and didn't know what they were doing.

Later that night I got call from one of my stoner friends, Todd, and he wondered why he hadn't seen me in school for the last week or two. I panicked a little, forgetting my friends all together, and then realizing that my friends were all dicks. Kinda sad how I totally forgot about my friends I had for five straight years in a second when a new girl came into the picture. Oh well. No big deal.

I said I was going home for lunch and spending extra time in class, and he called me a faggot for going home for lunch. What a great friend I had, right? We talked for a few more minutes about one of my other friend's getting into a fight with some chick, and then I hung up and lied that I had to go mow the lawn at 9:00 PM at night.

Going through Sunday with nothing to do, I probably masturbated to Zoe's picture a few dozens times, posted on the internet for six hours, and then fell asleep knowing that I would see her in the morning.

When I got to class the next morning after my T.A period, Zoe was waiting for me at the only desk in the room. I sat down next to her, giving her a wide smile, and then giving a boring hello to Amy that was also behind me. Amy was cool, but she did not hold the same strings to my heart that Zoe did. She was just so fucking hot, man.

We worked on some idiotic match for a few hours, and then we had lunch. When we got ready to go to lunch, Amy stayed behind, leaving me and Zoe to be alone for once. This was awesome, we could talk more about our lives, and maybe I could ask her out on a date. Was she even allowed to go on dates? Would her parents allow her out of the house? Oh who cares, if worse came to worse, I would smuggle her out in a van and head to Canada.

We got out lunch, started talking, and she told me more about her family. Her Dad was a doctor, banking a lot of money, and her Mom was an egg decorator. Yeah, there are actually people who get paid for decorating eggs. She said that her family loves her, but they think she's some sort of crazy person and locks her in her room all the time. She's never allowed to go out, and they need to meet everyone she's friends with before they can come over and hang out with her. Everyone in Mrs. Rook's class had failed the test except Amy, who comes over almost every day to hang out.

I felt bad for her, knowing that it must suck to be locked up all day without anyone to talk to. Knowing this, I made another bullshit lie about how my family also kept in me inside all day and never allowed me to have friends. She sympathized and said that I must be strong, but I wasn't strong at all. My family WANTED me out of the house. They paid a kid once to be my friend in 6th grade to get me outta my room.

We discussed some other things, but then I asked why Amy wasn't sitting with us. She then said that her and Amy had been talking all weekend, and she had a secret. I asked what the secret is, but Zoe shook her head and was too fidgety to tell me what it was. I took out a piece of paper and gave it to her, wanting to know what the damn secret was.

She took her pencil, wrote a few words, and gave it back with me. She kept her head down, playing with her french fries with her fingers, and I stared at what she wrote:

Amy likes you.

I looked at Zoe, wanting to reassure this wasn't a joke, and she just nodded at me. I stared at where Amy was at the table with the guys from our class, and when I turned to look at her, she turned.

Oh fuck no. This wasn't a plot twist I expected. Time for a new change of action.

Seeing as Amy liked me, this put an obstacle in my plan with getting Zoe. I had to get her out of the equation before bunny girl started to back away from me. Even if the two girls were probably both insane, they still were friends. If Amy liked me, Zoe, a good friend, would never want to make out with a guy that she likes.

After lunch that day, I caught up with Amy while walking to class and asked if she wanted to skip an hour. She said that they could get in trouble and was twitching slightly from me talking to her alone, but I showed her my T.A pass and promised we wouldn't be in trouble.

"But we have a math test," she asked, looking down at the ground and tapping her left foot impatiently like it had an itch. "If we miss it, we'll get marked down."

This was total bull. She might think if we missed the test we would get a grade down, but everyone knew that you could do nothing in that class and get in A. A few day before I had to write a paper about my happiest experience, and I wrote a paragraph about watching a cloud fly by. I got an A on it, and Mrs. Rook said she was really proud of me. What a great program they had going.

"We'll be fine," I told her, not wanting Zoe to see me and her conversing. I thought if I got her away from everyone, I could get this whole squared away before it became a bigger problem. "Let's go to my first period class."

We dropped down a few stairs and got to the assistant principal's office that I worked at in the mornings. The secretary said hello to me and Amy, and I lied about having to use one of the conference rooms to type up a paper for class. The secretary bought of all it, told us to lock it so that no one disturbed us, and even offered us some water.

When inside, we sat down on the overpriced chairs they buy for the school and looked at each other. My chair was facing her, and she tried to move her body to side so that it wasn't so awkward for her.

"I came here to tell you that I love you," I told Amy straight out. Okay, don't hate me for this plan, but I only had ten minutes to come and think of it. Being in Special Education wasn't really helping either with the whole plan scheming ideas. "I really, really love you. Ever since the day I went into that class to give that note to Mrs. Rook, I knew I loved you."

My plan was simple. I would creep her the fuck out. She was more socially awkward than I would ever be, and she was depressed. I would make her feel like she was going to explode from be hitting on her, and she would leave me alone forever. Amy would be so freaked out that I loved her that she would probably even give me and Zoe more time alone.

"I love you, too."

"..."

I was silent. This wasn't what I expected. She had her hands under her chin and was shaking in her chair. I tried to process what she said, but I was trying to act like it didn't just happen. She was supposed to be freaked out and saying how this would never work. Crushes don't work this way. You can't fall in love with someone you've only known for a week or two, can you? Oh wait...I did with the psycho. Time for another plan.

"Really? You love me?" I asked her, putting my hands on her arm rests and staring deeply into her...boring and plain eyes. She gave a half-smile, beads of sweating dropping from her forehead, and I expected her any second to run away, scared for her life. "Let's have sex. Let's have wild sex right here!"

When I screamed that, I heard a knock at the door and someone asking if I was alright in there. It was the secretary. I told her it was fine and that I was reading a line from the play we were reading, and she bought it like always. Turing around to see Amy, her face was already inches from mine and her lips were puckered like some crappy Myspace photo.

My head turned even more, her lips plunging into my hair, and she fell atop of me when she lunged in even more. Her lips bashed against my hair and then my ear a few hundred times while I tried not to make any noise and get the school officials on my ass.

"I love you! I really, really love you," she said over and over like a broken record, keeping on with her terrible puckered kissing. This really sucked being my first kiss and all, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Me and Zoe talked about you all weekend. I said how good your hair smelt when you came into class, and I said how beautiful your voice was when you answered a question. You're so smart and funny. You're really kind and you understand me!"

This prompted her to try and take off her shirt, but she failed and fell onto the ground in an awkward manner. If this wasn't a situation that could get me expelled, I would of probably laughed my ass off. Confused and scared of expulsion, I helped straighten out her shirt, get up, and leave the room hand-in-hand before someone caught us.

When we stepped out of the room, she thanked me for her first kiss and gave me a dangerous hug around my ribs. She tried to kiss me again on the cheek, but I commented that people could be watching and that we could get in trouble.

"Yeah, uh...you should get back to the room. If you get there right now, you might make the test!"

"Okay, let's go." she insisted, pulling my arm and walking forward.

"No, no. I'll catch up with you in a few minutes. I have to go give my pass, okay?" I laughed, giving her a goodbye wave before she ran off to get back to class. When she was out of sight, I sighed and said fuck it. I was not going back to class today.

Instead I told the secretary I was going home to get something, and she wrote me a pass that got me out without anyone questioning me. I didn't go back that day. I had to look at Zoe's picture all night to get the horrifying picture of those lips piercing my hair.

Oh god, those lips.

    The bus stopped at our arrival, she got out of the chair, and pointed outside to her favorite place: the park. There was no one there at the moment, but she pulled my arm so hard and told me to hurry that I almost had it dislocated.




This is the story of how my boring Junior high school year got all messed up because of one note sent to the E Building. When I went to deliver the note, I met the girl of my wildest dreams. She was beautiful, cute, and had the sweetest voice that I've ever heard in my life. The only bad thing? She was in Special Education.

Now knowing this news, I lied to my parents, my friends, and to my school and got into the class she was in. Being in Special Education wasn't bad. The classes were easier. The teachers were nicer. The classrooms were smaller.

I continued my pursuit of Zoe, the red headed beauty that I fell for, and began a friendship with her and an emotionally depressed girl named Amy. After going to lunch together every day, talking in class, and even going to the Special Education Ball together, I thought me and the girl that I found out had psychosis would finally get together. I was wrong.

In a turn of events, the depressed one had a crush on me and Zoe did not. Trying to fix the gigantic wrong that was Amy, I cornered her into an empty room and struggled to get her so freaked out by advancements on her that she would run away forever. Sadly, it didn't work and ended up with her trying to take her shirt off unsuccessfully and then falling on the floor.

And now the continuation.

Amy had mauled me in the conference room that afternoon, and I did not feel like doing anything that night. I had to get her lips out of my mind, so I stared at the picture of me and Zoe all night. The blacked out face of Amy burned through the picture, though, and I could only imagine her deranged smile when striving to kiss me.

I woke up the next day, hoping that it wouldn't be as bad as the last, and went to school with some optimism. I shouldn't have been. Getting there, I got to my T.A class and the secretary told me that someone was here to see me. It was Amy.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, sitting down at the desk that I usually sat in during first period. Her eyes were as boring as ever, and she was wearing all black today to look like she was super skinny like my beautiful Zoe was. I said hello, wanting not to come off like I wanted her dead, and sat next to her.

"Why are you here?" I asked, staring at her and wondering why she wasn't in the damn Special Education class. "Mrs. Rook might be mad at you if she knows that you're ditching the first hour."

"Oh, I already talked to her yesterday. I pleaded to know if I could have my first hour off and have a regular class. She wanted to know which class I wanted to take, and I said T.A. She sent me off to find a teacher, I saw Ann, and asked if I could have first period assistance with you! She thought it was a great idea." Her smile was annoying. She had a really terrible smile. It was like she was trying to smile, but it came off like she was about to die of a seizure. I looked at Ann, the secretary, and wished that she wasn't so oblivious and nice to everyone.

"Oh, that's great," I told her, patting her on the shoulder to make her think I enjoyed this development, and then turned around to bask in it all. "This is just so great."

The rest of the period consisted of us having to go to different classrooms and deliver stuff. I wanted to go alone, but she followed me everywhere. If I got a notice to go to one room all the way across the campus, she stalked me without even asking like we were a couple.

The worst was when I got sent to a room of one of my friends. I forgot that he was in this class, and we walked in, everyone stared at us. Amy, being even more socially awkward then me, towed behind me while I gave the note to the teacher. My friend looked at me, laughing at the girl behind me, and whispered who the fuck she was.

I didn't say anything back, wanting to get out of this situation as fast possible. When I turned around, I hurried along the floor and struggled to get out as fast as possible. Hopelessly, before I could even get out the door, Amy tripped on her own feet because of her nervousness and fell face first onto the floor.

Everyone laughed, the teacher even, and she looked like she wanted to cry. I forced myself not to just run out and forget her, but I wasn't that big of a douchebag. I walked up to her, took her hand, and helped her up. I apologized to the teacher for the commotion and pulled her out of the room.

"Thanks," she stuttered, keeping hold of my hand even after I exerted energy to pull it away. She kept hold of it, and we stood there for a few seconds while she wiped some tears from her face. "I just saw everyone looking at me, and I got scared. I can't handle that."

"It's fine. Don't worry."

"No, really, thanks." she said to me, keeping a tight grip on my hand and standing in place for five minutes straight. If I was man enough, I would have thrown her on the ground and told her to stop being such a clingy bitch. That would never happened, and I looked at the titles of the ground until she stopped with her little episode and could move on.

Ultimately, upon when I thought she was done and we could finally move on, we couldn't. My face picked up from the titles on the floor, and I was looking straight at her bad lipstick job on her lips. She pressed her lips against mine for a few seconds like she was kissing a pillow and then pulled away.

She was smiling. I was not. Right when I saw that she was getting sad over me not smiling, I put on a half grin and hoped that she would buy it. She did, gave me a hug, and we went back off to class before the bell rang.

The rest of the day was me and her. Zoe was absent, and I wouldn't be surprised if Amy asked her to stay home so that we could be alone. She asked if I wanted to go hang out after school, but I declined again and again, saying that my family wanted me home early for dinner.

This didn't work out, you see, after she went as far to call my house on my cellphone and beg my family to let me come over. My Dad, who picked up, was not the person I wanted to answer. He demanded that I stayed there until night time, him wanting me to have a girlfriend, and thanked Amy for showing an interest in me when girls didn't. She told him how great I was, and I wanted to bang my head on the table. Oh wait, I did.

When the final bell rang, it wasn't over for me. It was time to have my first ever date with a girl's who main idea of fun was going to a sandbox.

Yes, a sandbox.

    My first date was with Amy Summers. I wouldn't call it the worst date in the world, but I also counted being killed on the first date to be one of the options. We left class that day in a rush, her wanting to do whatever she wanted to do with me before her Dad got mad. If her Dad found out that she was hanging outside and not at the library, he would hunt her down and not give her dinner for two days.

    "Why is your Dad so crazy on keeping you inside?" I asked, being pulled along onto the bus stop that we waited by for ten minutes until the vehicle. I've heard of over protective parents, but I never knew they would go as far as to starving their child if they broke curfew. I could now see why she was so messed up for attention.

    "Ever since my Mom died, he's been different," she added as we got into the bus, us sitting together in the front two seats by the driver. "He's not a bad guy, really, but he just cares for me a lot. He doesn't want me to be hurt by anybody and die. If he knew I was out with you right now, he would kill me!"

    Kill her? Maybe I should drop by her house and give her Dad a little hello. Blocking the images of her Dad taking her out of my life forever because he saw her with me, I waited for when she would tell me what we were going to be doing today.

    "We only have an hour before I have to go back to my house, but I wanted to show you my favorite place." That disturbing smile popped up again, and she took a hold of my arm like it was a raw piece of meat. "I'm really glad you came with me."

    "I'm glad, too." I wasn't glad.

    "I don't know if I ever really told you, but ever since you came into class I've had the biggest crush on you," she giggled, or tried to giggle, but it came out like some forced cough. "and every time you were away, I would always tell Zoe how much I like you."

    "Oh wow, you've never told me." She had told me that same story six times. Today. Probably in the last three hours.

    A few minutes before our destination, she slipped out something that made me want to throw her out the window. "To tell the truth, I never thought you actually liked me the way I do. I always thought you liked Zoe, and I was scared you two would get together after she told me you were cute. But now that I know you love me, it'll be great!"

    "Zoe liked me?"

    "Yeah, but yesterday I told her that you confessed to me, and she said that I should go for it. She's really happy for the two of us." she told me in a voice that was struggling to be loving, but only came off as obsessive.

    "Wow, what a great friend..." Fuck this bitch. We weren't even friends. Zoe actually liked me? She liked me, and I was now stuck with this lunatic? Well, Zoe was sorta of a lunatic as well, but at least she was a hot lunatic! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

    When we got off, we ran over to the swings, and she asked if I wanted to push her. To most people this might seem very cute, but to me it felt like I was being trapped in a gigantic web of insanity. Knowing that if I snapped now, she would tell Zoe and make them both hate me, I lied and said how wonderful it would be to push her.

    After pushing her stupid ass for ten minutes, she wondered if I wanted to see her favorite place in the whole park. I replied that I would love to, and she dragged me off to the sandbox. There was a kid in the sandbox when we got there, so she sat on the grass and waited for him to be done. I'm telling you this now, this was quite possibly the most surreal moment of my life.

    I was sitting with a girl on the grass at a park, waiting for a six-year-old kid to be done with the sandbox, so that two seventeen-year-olds could play in. Finally, when his Mom to pick him up, Amy gave him a wave and it looked like the kid was scared out of his fucking skull.

    I knew she was severely depressed, had her Mom die of cancer or whatever, and knew that she was very much in love with me, but did I really have to take this much longer? I guess I had to, and I was forced into the sandbox where she tried to make a castle and failed miserably.

    We dug there for about thirty minutes, her dumping a few inches of sand on my head, and the only good part coming when she opened her legs for a few seconds. I would not deny it, people. She did have a very impressive groin area.

    The time finally came for us to leave, and she apologized that if she didn't get home that her Dad would kill her. This is when my next plan came into mind. This was much better than the last one that failed.

    "Let me meet your father, Amy," I told her, sounding like I really wanted to. "I know he might not like me, and he might get mad at you for hanging out with another guy, but I must be with you. If he doesn't like it, then I will make him like it!"

    This annoying speech was of course a lie, and I planned to not fight over it. I was going to go over there, talk to him, have him kick me out, and let her take the gigantic punishment that came with being out with me. I would lie afterward and say that I was really sorry for what happened, and it would be done with.

    "Do you really want to? My father is very strict. If he doesn't like you, we might never see each other again."

    This sealed it.

    "Don't worry. It'll all be fine."

    I met with Amy's father after another long bus ride, ready to get this relationship over with. Having my held on should be the best feeling in the world, but her hand was so sweaty from being nervous that it made me want to hurl. Getting off the bus on the street of her house, she whispered nervously that this might end badly. Hopefully it did. I might even let the guy punch me in the eye if it meant that I got to be away from Amy forever.

    Reaching the door of her two story house, she knocked on the door and asked me to hide behind a bush. She wanted this to be a surprise, and she thought if her Dad saw me that he might punch me. The door opened after a few knocks rapidly, and her Dad came out, yelling who was there.

    What I saw wasn't what I expected. I was expecting a Jewish looking guy with maybe a receding hairline and glasses. Instead, her Dad was taller and bigger than me. He was bald, yes, but he was also African American. Being put off from this surprise, I crouched behind the bush even more and began to think about running for it. From her house, it would only take thirty minutes running to get halfway to mine.

    "Oh, it's just you, honey," and he tackled her in a gigantic hug. I kept my position on the ground, and I was hoping that we didn't have to go through this. He looked like he could bite my head off if he learned that his daughter liked me. "I thought you were going to be at the library for another half an hour?"

    "No, Dad," she replied, not letting herself be pulled inside by her father. "I was actually somewhere else. Not the library."

    "What...?" he questioned, putting on a more serious look, and this was the last straw for me. I didn't want any more part of this, and I didn't even like the girl. She had a nice crotch, yes, but after that there was nothing. "What do you mean you weren't at the library!?"

    Jumping out from the bushes, I started to run away. I hoped that if she responded quickly that he would forget all about me, but he was on my ass right after I jumped out. I now wished that I did more work in P.E class and didn't cut it, him right behind me and at a much greater pace.

    I heard Amy screaming behind us while I ran down the street with her angered father behind me, but I don't think that would stop him. Even with my adrenaline pumping, he caught me and tackled me onto the grass of someone's lawn.

Amy followed behind the both of us, trying to run, but not doing a good job at it at all. Ultimately, when she got to us, he had my head in a choke hold, and she was tripping over her own feet.

"Who the fuck is this, honey?" he demanded, not even looking at my face and propping it up to her. I struggled to get away from his tight grasp, but I was screwed. This guy was bigger, stronger, and faster than I was. If Amy wasn't here, he probably would have already killed me.

"He's my boyfriend, Dad!" she yelled at him. This was the first time I saw her really angry. In a way it was cute. She didn't look very angry at all. In fact, she looked like she was trying to hold back tears and laughter at the same time instead of being angry.

"Boyfriend?" he questioned her, letting go of my head and dropping it flat onto the grass. Yes, it hurt. It hurt a lot. He got into her face, and they started a long argument about how boys are evil and how they'll get her pregnant. She defend that I was the nicest and most honest guy ever, and I agreed in my mind when her Dad said that guys were liars and cheats.

Finally, twenty minutes after their conversation, the guy who owned the house came out and started talking to Mr. Summers. Wondering why he was out here, he said that it was just a small problem and dragged me back to his house with Amy right by him.

    Getting locked into the house was scary. It was a nice house, yes, but this could also be the place where I did. If I was killed here, they could probably blame it on Amy being mentally disable or something, and her Dad would never get in trouble.

    We sat on the couch, me and Amy, and he asked me what my business was with her daughter. I could have done what I wanted, piss him off and make it so we never saw each other again, but that would be my death.

    "I really like your daughter, sir," I proclaimed, looking him straight in the eyes and doing my best job to bull my way out of it. "We only started dating today, and I asked her if I could meet you. Lying behind your back is an awful thing, and I wanted to meet the man that created such a wonderful daughter."

    I didn't think this would work at first, but it did. He thanked me for my honesty, and he then yelled at Amy for wanting to keep me a secret from him. I came here for him to be mad at me, not her. He was supposed to get mad at her after he kicked me out.

    We talked for another hour, me lying about all the great things about Amy and how my family were all devote Christians, and he said that he was one as well. He prayed that his wife was in heaven, and I told him that God would protect all his creatures equally. I stole that from a television show. Forgot which one, though.

    This led up to him giving me a gigantic bear hug and calling me his son. I came to fuck things up, and I did in a way. I fucked everything up. He hugged me as big as he could, and he was almost crying into my face. I never expected the day to include a gigantic black guy crying on me, but it did.

    "Amy, can you leave us for a few moments?" he asked, tears in his eyes, and she gave him a hug as well. She gave me a hug after, and her Dad smiled at us. This was creepy. "I want to talk to your boyfriend alone." Fuck, he called me her boyfriend. This was bad.

    When she went up to her room, it got really weird. I don't talk to parents a lot, but I can confirm this was by far the weirdest conversation I've ever had with a parent by ten fold.

    It started out nice enough. He wanted to know if I really cared about her, and I lied and said I did. He believed me, and he asked if I thought about colleges and about going with Amy. I said that I thought of going to community college, and her Dad said that community college with Amy would be a great way to keep her confidence up. Great, now I was getting roped into going college with her. Still, this wasn't the weirdest part. It all came up after a few seconds of awkward silence, and I looked around at all their family photos.

    "You look like her Mother," he said quietly, looking me in the eyes and then staring at a picture of her family on the cabinet. It was probably a picture taken a year ago before her Mom got cancer, and they seemed happy. Amy's smile wasn't deranged back then, and she was honestly very pretty. What the fuck happened? I stared at the Mom in the portrait, and I couldn't see the resemblance between me and her. "You two have the same face and eyes. Even Amy didn't get her Mom's eyes."

    Alright, why was her Dad looking at my eyes and facial features? I really wanted to run again, but he would catch me. I could have gotten a two minute head start on a bus, and I know that he would catch me eventually and put me in a choke hold.

    "Thank you, that's a really big compliment, Mr. Summers." No, it really wasn't a compliment. He said, for one, that I looked like a middle aged lady, and it was also a very creepy thing to say to your daughter's supposed boyfriend.

    "Please have sex with my daughter."

    I rose up from the couch I was sitting at, ready to walk away, and then sat down when I knew that he would tackle me before I got to the door. When he said that, I just felt my legs lift up without me even thinking. What the fuck was this guy thinking?

    "Amy has been sad for the last two years since her Mom passed away. Just be seeing her today, she showed more emotion than she has had in two years! She actually screamed at me, and she really seems to love you. She knows what she wants, and she wants a caring guy that I am very fond of."

    ...Oh God.

    "We're both guys, right?" he questioned to me, and I nodded, wanting him to feel like this wasn't weird and awkward at all. "I know that you want to have sex with my daughter, and I am going to give you permission. I can't hold onto Amy forever, and I know she will soon get sexually active with someone. I would rather have it with you, someone I like, then some random guy that just does it for fun."

    Please stop, I thought. Please just fucking stop.

    "If you two had a child, my family could always care those beautiful eyes that my wife once had. You can carry on the legacy of my wife for the rest of eternity. This is the greatest gift you could have ever given me."

    And with that, he hugged me. He gave me another giant hug, and he really started to cry heavily this time. He held my face in his big hands, and he rubbed my cheeks like they were some kind of soft fabric. I let him do what he wanted, knowing that doing anything else would end up in total rage by him, so I sat back and imagined Zoe was doing all of this to me.

I told him it was getting too late, and I had to go home, but he insisted that I stayed the night. I protested that my Dad would be really angry, but Amy took my phone for the second time and called my house. Dad, like usual, picked up and demanded that I stayed there the night. I tried to tell him that I needed to do homework, but he said that homework could wait and that meeting my first girlfriend's family was much more important.

I was stuck.

No, I just wasn't stuck.

I was stuck in hell.

The rest of the night was just as bad as the start. Now knowing that I had to spend the rest of the night with Amy and her father, I started to prepare for the worst. I wasn't looking forward to any of it, and I really tried to keep away as far as possible from Amy's Dad as possible. Every time I looked him in the eye, it felt like he was trying to eyeball fuck me or something.

Dinner was only a little after, and Amy and her Dad made it for us. It wasn't anything special, just pasta, and all three of sat down at the dinner table to have an awkward conversation about sex.

While carefully blowing on my food, ignoring the four pairs of eyes on me, I waited for someone to talk. It came from Amy's Dad, him asking me how I was doing in school and if my grades were as good as Amy said.

"Yeah, they're pretty good," I told him. I could have made him angry by saying his daughter was a filthy liar that didn't know shit about me, but he would have became the Hulk and crushed me like I was nothing. "I still probably have to go to community college, though, like I told you. I screwed up in Freshman year."

"Yes, Amy will probably do the same thing. I'm happy that you two have the same futures ahead of you." He gave me a deranged smile that I could tell Amy picked up from him, and I gave him a thumbs up to make sure that he felt like I wasn't crept out.

    More silence went through the quiet dinner, me struggling to eat my food, and the other two watching me to see if I enjoyed it. After I told them that it was great, they relaxed a little bit more, but their eyes still lingered on me from time to time.

    "So when did you two expect to have sex?" he spurted out while I was eating a strand of noddle, it almost popping out after he uttered that question. "I know that you two have something special here. I would rather be upfront about it. You're both old enough to know about sex."

    I stared at him for a second, then at Amy, and then back at him. I guess he was awaiting for me to answer. Amy wasn't, that's for sure, and I knew that if I didn't say anything, that he would continue until I answered. All of my plans had failed so far, so I didn't think any more bullshit could get me out of this.

    "With my family being devote Christians and all, sir," I spoke, almost knowing this was my only sure fire shot out of this situation. "I don't think I should have sex until me and her are physically and emotionally ready for it."

    Bang. Maybe I did have a bit more bull to get me by.

    "So you're waiting for marriage!?" Amy exploded, her hands on her face and obviously happy at this miss communicating of words. She looked at her father, and then they both looked at me like I just won them the lottery.

"You're saving your body for marriage? For my own daughter?" he questioned to me, nodding his head in approval, and biting into a meatball while this was all going. "I must say that you really are the most upstanding guy I've ever met. Most guys would have went off tonight, had sex with my daughter, and never looked back. You, on the other hand, really care about her. Just like my wife."

Again, comparing me to a dead middle-aged woman. Great. Could he at least compare me to someone that wasn't rotting in a coffin, please? Now this freak thought I wanted to marry his daughter. If I could only tell these two losers that I only talked to her daughter to fuck her friend. That was all!

"You really want to marry me?" Amy asked, the first time ever a guy actually said he wanted to be with her. She probably thought about this moment her whole life. A white knight riding in on his horse, asking her to marry him, and then the two riding into the sunset with her Dad approving. Only thing was, I wasn't a white knight. I was more of the villain than the hero, actually.

"I..."

I started talking, but I left off after a second. What could I say? If I said I didn't, her Dad tells me how terrible I am, kicks my ass, kicks me out, and then Amy tells Zoe how big of a liar I am. If I say I do want to marry her, then they both have a verbal agreement that I want to walk down the aisle with her.

"I...I do...but not for a long time. I still have to grow a lot. You do as well. One day...in the future."

That was the best I had. If I said anything else, it would have made her Dad make wedding plans right away. At least with this it gave me time to make a plan. The only way to get out of this now was to make Amy break up with me somehow. I also had to do it without myself looking like an asshole. This would be tough.

    After dinner, it was time for bed. In Amy's house, she went to bed sharply at 8:00 PM. With them not having a guest room, it was either sleep in the room with Amy, or I had to sleep in the room with the gigantic black man that put me in a choke hold earlier.

    I picked Amy, moving into her room and seeing how it was for the first time. Her cat, Tony, was on the ground when she came in, and she shoved it up into her arms. Her lips started massacring the cat, and I couldn't tell if she was more into me or the cat.

    "This is Tony." she said, holding the cat up to me, moving the cat's paw so that I could shake it. I did, crept out even more, and I watched as she plopped down on your tiny bed with the cat on her chest. Again, the only good thing is that she left her legs open and gave me a peak of her crotch area.

    Being tired from the long day, I wanted to know if she had an extra pillow that I could sleep on the floor with. From that, she responded that I would do no such thing and sleep on her bed.

    "You don't have to sleep on the floor, Amy." I told her, actually feeling bad about kicking her out of her own bed. That would have been a really douche move. Not as big a douche move as making a girl fall in love with you when you didn't even like her, but it was still pretty big.

    "No, I thought you could sleep with me. In my bed." She gave that coughing giggle again, and I gave a cautious nod over it all. I looked at her bed, and I would have been surprised if her damn cat could fit on that thing with her. Adding me? How would that work.

    I declined her offer, saying that it would make her uncomfortable, but she insisted and told me to lay down on the bed while she brushed her teeth. I did, laying my head down on her comfortable pink unicorn pillow. Not waiting for her to come back, I drifted off to sleep with myself hoping that she would decide to slumber on the floor.

    A door opening made me wake up, and when I did, I felt a soft pair of arms around me. I stared around to look, and it was Amy. Her whole body was wrapped around mine, and she had her eyes wide open like an owl. She gave a coy smile, and I about flipped out.

    That didn't explain the door opening, though. I looked at the opened door, and the eyes of her father would looking straight at me. I popped out of paid, screaming that we did nothing, and I held my hands in the air like it was a police sting.

    "I came in because I thought I heard the cat scratching," he said, sleepily, not even caring that his daughter was sexually molesting me on the bed. "You two kids have fun. If you have sex, be safe."

    He gave me a peace sign, walked out, and that was that. I looked at Amy, her wearing some sunflower pajamas, and didn't know what to do for the thirtieth time today. She waved me over, trying to be sexy, but it only came off as awkward.

    I came over, giving up on fighting, and sat down on the bed. She wrapped her arms around me, I laid down with her, and I stared up at the wall thinking how the fuck I got into this situation.

    "I'm not wearing anything under my pajamas," she laughed, pulling at her pajama top and winking at me. I wasn't sexually aroused at all. Even if I tried to believe this was Zoe, it wouldn't get me aroused. "And talking about under..."

    Yeah, folks. It's what you think she meant. I tried to say no, but it was no use. To her, I loved her. She really saw me as someone who was 100% in love with her. All my lies that I gave her. All the fake friendship that I gave her. It all resulted in this.

    I basically got raped. She pulled down my zipper, played around with my business, and this was with me whispering 'fuck no' under my breath a few thousand times. She didn't listen, she did a terrible job, and that's the end of fucking that. No more mention of this ever. It was terrible. My first sexual encounter could be considered rape. A girl sexually abused my penis with her tongue without my consent. What a story to tell my grandchildren.

    I went home the next day, having a little piece of my childhood now gone, and my Dad wanted to know how was it. I told him it was great. I lied. I continued to lie, and lie, and lie. I was stuck, and I knew this. I had to get away from Amy.

    I had to kill Amy Summers.

    ...Okay, maybe not kill her...but...

    Fuck that, I had to kill Amy Summers.

    I spent the next week in bed. My Dad wanted to talk to me, but I shut him out and said that I had a high fever. My Mom asked me if I wanted to go to the doctors, but i declined. I stewed in my bed, waiting, thinking, and wanting to end all of this.

    Amy called every night, and I had to pick up. If I didn't, her Dad would find out where I live and give my family a visit. If my Mom found out that I was verbally engaged to a girl, she would kill me. The only chance I had at that moment was to hope that I could get into a college far away Senior year and leave her beyond. Bad thing was, that was a year and a half away. Could I really survive another year and a half with this girl?

    Every day I laid in my bed, thinking. I went through so many ideas that I'm sure no one in Special Education thought this much the whole year. A lot of my ideas ended in her physically dead, but I knew that wouldn't work. The worst plan that I thought of included her and her father dying.

    I was going to go over to their house, wait till they were sleeping, and then light their house on fire. Yes, I wasn't thinking rationally and knew that they would find me after a day or so. They would just have to find off the pissed off white kid that had lighter fluid hid in his cabinet.

    All I did was sleep, think, look online for ideas, and masturbate to that picture of me and Zoe. All my imaginations came out wrong, Zoe's face now blacked out with Amy's atop of it. It was like she was stuck in my head. She was a virus, and it was my fault it all sprouted.

    If I had just told her that I never liked her, this would have never happened. She would be mad, yes, and tell Zoe, but now knowing Zoe liked me, I was sure that she would get over it after time. Now it was all over. I could already hear those wedding bells in her basement. I bet her Dad would be the priest who conducted the ceremony, and the only guest allowed would be her cat Tony.

    My final plan was thought up a day before I went back to school on a Sunday. It was a simple plan, but it could work. It would be messy, but it could work. It might end up with everyone hating me, but dammit, I was not kissing Amy again.

    Going to school on Monday, Amy jumped me outside the classroom and said how nice it was to see me again. I waved to Zoe as well, and we all sat together at the table to do our work. Amy had her arm on my leg, and I had her hand force my fingers onto her thigh.

    I tried to talk to Zoe all period, but Amy blocked out over our conversation and kept on going about how her Dad loved me so much. She said that he really thought I was a great guy, for the 100th time, and knocked her head against mine like it was a love tap. It fucking hurt.

    This was when the plan came into action. The last ditch effort. So many plans had failed. From getting into this shitty class to get with Zoe. From lying to Amy about loving her. From telling Amy and Zoe that I was insane and depressed. From accepting to go to her house to make her Dad hate me. From saying I would not have sex with her because I was Christian. If this failed, I would give up. I would live up to my sins. I would look at God, accept that I was an asshole, and get married to the crazy bitch. What other choice did I have?

    We went to lunch, me asking Amy to go get me a drink and food from stands, and I got some time alone with Zoe. I had to make this quick. Amy would be back in less than two minutes with my microwaved pizza and Pepsi.

    "Zoe, it's terrible. Amy, she's crazy," I told her straight out, whispering. Zoe, also crazy, but probably the more sane of the two. While Zoe saw talking bunnies, Amy saw marriage and rape. "I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand it..."

    "What...?" she asked, putting her head closer to mine. She was interested. That was good. If she had flipped out and accused me of being mean to her best friend, I would have lost.

    "Yeah, I don't love her. I like you..." I said. This time I really meant it, kinda. I didn't love her, but I sure as hell would love her if this whole thing worked. "I'm only with Amy because she's forcing me. I tried to tell her I didn't love her, but she's gone insane. She thinks I actually said I love her..."

    "She has been acting differently lately. She doesn't come over to my house anymore. She only calls me to talk about you." she said quietly, looking me in the eyes and taking everything I said as truth. It was partially the truth, but I didn't put in the parts where I told Amy I did love her.

    "Yeah, I told her that I liked you a week or two ago, and she snapped. She forced me into a room, threatened to hurt you if I didn't comply, and I let her..."

    She stared at me, believing every word from my mouth. This was perfect. Amy was still stirring at the lunch cart when I looked around, and I knew this would work.

    "You know I liked you too, right?" she told me, and I nodded hurriedly. I glanced back at Amy, watching as she went to go get my Pepsi from the machine, and I knew I had to hit her with the big stuff now.

    "You don't know Amy, Zoe. When we were together, she talked about how much she hated you. She said that you were a freak. She didn't understand your friends like I do. I tried to tell her that you were her best friend, but she said that I was her best friend now."

    This set her off. Thinking that Amy insulted her imaginary rabbit really pissed the hot psycho off. I caressed my hand against her arm and told her to calm down, but she was already too pissed. When she looked at Amy who was coming closer, I could only smile in delight at what was coming next.

    "Hey, honey," Amy explained, sitting down with me and giving me my food and Pepsi. "Sorry I took so long. That lunch lady is so crazy."

    "Crazy?" Zoe spoke, getting up from the table and staring at her longtime best friend. "Like me, Amy? Like how you knew I liked him and then took him away? YOU FORCED HIM TO LIKE YOU!?"

    "What...?" Amy said slowly, looking at Zoe like this was a whole joke. Amy stared at me, wanting an answer, but I shrugged like I didn't know what the fuck happened to make her so mad.

    With her screaming at the top of her lungs, some of the other Special Education students look over and stared at the commotion. Amy got up as well, walking over to Zoe and wanting to know what the big deal was about. I wanted to laugh at that shocked look on her face. Just like mine after that bitch said how we should get married. Served her right.

    "Yeah, we were friends, right? And right when a guy actually likes me, you have to steal him away? No wonder your Mom died of cancer. You must have given it to her."

    Alright, that could have been a little overboard, but it worked for me in the end. Amy, now also enraged at the situation, got into the Zoe's face and raged on about how her parents hate her.

    They screamed about me a little, saying how Amy forced me to kiss her. Amy said that I loved her, and Zoe responded by saying that she knew everything. They were too mad to actually ask me anything, so I sat and watched.

    When Mrs. Rook came over, both of the girls didn't listen and kept screaming at each other. This went on until her peaceful tactics could work no more, and Zoe talked about how Amy's Dad was a gigantic pedophile.

    "YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE! YOU THINK BUNNIES TALK TO YOU! YOU BITCH!"

    And that's when it happened. Zoe snapped like crazy, punching Amy in the face, and the whole lunchroom started to scream about. A few idiots pushed through the commotion and jumped about while the two girls were on the floor, killing each other.

    The most important phase in this whole thing was that I called Amy's house a few minutes before we got to the lunch room. I asked Amy's Dad if he wanted to hang out with us today for some food, and he happily agreed, having nothing else to do.

    He walked in right when Amy was biting at her best friend, calling her a psycho slut. Her Dad snapped, screaming at the top of his lungs, and pulling her up from the scrap without even paying attention to me.

    Amy tried to explain what happened, but it was too late. He was pissed, and he knew that he couldn't trust her. He was so over protective, that he could now see that she could even be hurt in school.

    I never heard of Amy again. My last memory of Amy Summers was her crying, reaching out to me in a screeching scream, and me looking back with cold eyes. I sipped on my Pepsi, smiled at her, and gave a goodbye wave. I knew her Dad would never let her come back. She would never be allowed to see me again. Human interaction led to her getting into a fight. She wouldn't be having any new friends for a long time.

    With the fight over, Mrs. Rook asked who started the fight. Me, being the only one at the table when it started, looked at Zoe and gave her an even bigger grin. I explained that Amy came over, crazy over nothing, and attacked Zoe while she was eating her lunch.

Atop of everything, Amy got expelled that afternoon. Even if her Dad wanted her to come back, she wasn't. I changed my phone after that day as well, and I was done with it. I had defeated Amy Summers that day.

Zoe sat down next to me after it all, her hair crazily situated after the fight with her now former best friend. She had tears in her eyes, obviously upset that her best friend just left her life forever. Amy was gone from her life, and it was all because of me...Oh well.

"I hate her," she whispered to me, putting her head on my shoulder, tired from all the emotion the last ten minutes gave. "I can't believe she was such a bitch behind my back. I thought we were really best friends..."

And that's when I got my moment in the sun. I touched her cheek for the first time with my right hand, put my lips against hers, and kissed her softly to make her a little bit happier. She perked up, giving me a smile through the tears, and I only had one thing to end all of it.

"Don't worry, Zoe. She was just...a liar."