I sat in front of the school with Terra. My back started hurting from how horrible my posture was, but I just ignored it anyways. We were waiting for when we were able to get on the bus for the senior beach trip. It was so early in the morning, like 6:30 am.

Terra looked at my backpack that looked like the zippers were about to rip in half and had weird bulges from a bunch of random items I packed, "You're backpack is so full," Terra giggled as she swung her legs on the bench, gripping the straps of her backpack.

"My mom stuffed my backpack with so many snacks, I don't even know if we're gonna even get through half of them." I turned to Terra with my head leaning on my arm.

"They're assigning seats."

Me and Terra turned, it was Fin.

"Great," I mumbled sarcastically as he left to hang out with his friend group. "We're not 9."

"I guess we'll wait to have the snacks," Terra frowned.

Everyone lined up on the sidewalk, waiting for their name to be called so they could get on the bus.

"Y/n and Clay," One of the chaperones yelled out.

I looked back at Terra in sadness then started walking to the bus, "Holy fuck, what is my luck, does satan enjoy punishing me or something."

Clay got on the bus before me so I just followed him. He sat on the window seat, selfish mother fucker. I sat down on the seat, I looked over at Clay who was just staring out of the window like a loser. He looks so fucking stupid I kinda just wanna lightly force my fist at his face at full speed.

"Can you stop staring at me." Clay turned to me.

I quickly shifted my eyes, "I wasn't staring.... I was just wondering why you look like such a fucking loser." I spat back.

Clay rolled his eyes like the little brat he is, "Oh and I was wondering why you look like a fucking....." Clay's mind went blank, trying to find something to insult me.

I chuckled, laughing at his pathetic attempt to insult me back.

"I-I was wondering how stupid your fucking laugh was." Clay finally snapped back.

This little brat, "Well I was wondering how stupid your fucking haircut looks."

"Well I was wondering how your stupid shoes are, who the fuck wears sketchers after 4th grade." Clay sneered.

"They were on sale you bitch. You can't talk when you used to wear that stupid ass Roblox hat to school." I chuckled.

Clay laughed, "Well, what happened to being a gifted child, huh? "Gifted child" my ass! Bitch you're dumb as fuck. What happened, huh? Someone whacked you on the head too hard and you lost your brain function?"

My face went blank. "Dude...."

I sat straight back down in my seat, staring at the back of the gray bus seat in front of us, going silent.