“A pervert in two of your classes.”
Yeah, that first frame was the kid I mentioned in the other post when I was ranting about my history teacher. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I went to study hall and there was a kid who said a few nasty things to me (one I won’t even repeat, the memory is bad enough), one of which was a line I had yet to understand thoroughly. I knew it was bad, though. The line, “There’s a party in your mouth…” yadda, yadda, yadda. I wrote it out at the time, but I didn’t get it right, because I had not heard that line before. Eventually, I found out one of the nice guys in “home room” knew the kid, and once he found out that I didn’t like the guy for particular reasons, the perverted little jerk stopped bothering me. Happiness is a bodyguard who works for free.