hi. my name is andrea. also known as 'atm'. yep, 'atm' as in those machines where money magically (or at least we wish) appears out of this little slot when you key in a code number. you may be wondering why. well, these three letters basically spell my initials -- andrea t. miller.

          i'd rather not say what the letter 't' stands for. its the worst middle name anyone could ever have. seriously. you'll understand when you hear it. 

 

          "you mean 'turd'?", elliot's familiar voice says from behind me.

          "shut up, elliot!", i turn around and hit him hard on his left shoulder. 

          "oww!", he yelps in pain, clutching his shoulder.

          "you deserved that, dickhead.", i scoffed, turning back around.

          "ugh, you !", he says, following me closely behind as i start walking in the direction of both our lockers. he wishes he could hit me back, and i know it. but he can't. cos he's a guy. and i'm a girl. so of course it'd be to much of a disgrace to his gender if he does.

           elliot's been my best friend since we met in kindergarten. we are so different from each other; from our favorite ice cream flavor to the way we walk (uhh..) . but we still are the world's closest best friends. to be honest, my life would be super boring without him. and i mean super. between the two of us, he's definitely the more social and crazy one. he would tell me jokes (the stupidest ones ever) whenever i feel sad. so does that explain everything?

 

           anyways, as we reached our lockers all the way at opposite corner of the corridor, we found marcus, my boyfriend, leaning against the wall next to my locker. 

           "marki! mah man!", elliot said a little too loudly, causing everyone around to stare at us.

           "woah, simmer down elliot!", marcus told elliot, laughing as he pat elliot on his left shoulder.

           "owww!!!!", elliot yelped, this time way too loudly. 

           "what the?", marcus jumped up shocked, both his hands lifted in the air.

           "i kinda punched him there just now. for calling me by my middle name. i mean, i've got to admit -- it was quite a hard hit.", i told marcus.

           "that explains it. sorry, mate. it must have been pain when i touched your shoulder.", marcus said apologetically.

           "ah-ha! andrea, why can't you apologize like that?", elliot said, scowling at me.

           i shrugged, as i opened up my locker to get my books for first period with mrs taylor -- math.

           world's worst subject ever. 

           oh well, at least i do sit next to elliot and marcus in class. or else it would literally be hell on earth. 

           my thoughts were soon interrupted by marcus.

           "i'm sure andrea didn't mean to hit you.", he said cheekily, knowing it would piss the crap out of elliot. i emerged from my locker, holding my math books. marcus put his arm around my waist, purposely trying to piss elliot off even more.

 

           "oh my god, you guys.", elliot's head appeared from his locker shelf, "please staph. like STAPH ASAP OKAY." he said annoyed as his head disappeared behind his locker's door once again.

           that's another thing about elliot. inside, he may be annoyed with your teasing. but outside, he still manages to smile and laugh and make jokes out of it. mostly, he still manages to be... sassy. and i just love that about elliot.

           once again, my thoughts were interrupted. this time by the bell. 

 

           "hurry up, elliot! we're gonna be late!", i scream in his ear as he starts to speed up. the sounds of him rummaging through his extremely messy locker finally stops and he emerges, clucthing two math books. he was missing three.

           "elliot...", i scowled at him, "we don't have time for those other three math books. lets just go already!", i dragged him away from his locker, which marcus shut behind us.

           "i'm in deep .", elliot mumbled as i dragged him away, knowing that he was going to be in hot, hot soup from mrs. taylor.

 

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a/n: hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

i may or may not write another one tomorrow.

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