The Class Prince

by I.J Hidee

“Are you Marshmellow?” “It’s Mellow, sir." “Okay, Marshmellow,” he said, obviously preferring my new nickname.

“Are you deaf?” "No, but I do have an ear disease that makes it hard for me to hear bullshit.”

My lungs burned when I screamed at her, and tears streamed down my face. Everything hurt. Breathing, talking, existing, everything hurt. And I wish it didn’t.

“You don’t look like you have a degree in stupid, but you could definitely graduate tomorrow.”

Perhaps I had dreamt it, but during the night, I felt Ivan pull me closer against him, whispering against my back something along the lines of, "You feel like home."

“Wait, don’t cry,” Trevor said, starting to panic. “Why are you crying? Is it because of Desmond’s ugly plant? It’s okay, I want to cry too.”

I hated him. I loved him. I hated that I loved him.