The crazy cat fight

"How did your exam go?" I asked my friend Rosy.

"You better not ask !"

"Hell yeah this one was tough"

"You'll still score a 100/100, after all you are in the 'ability' section".

Frustrated I roll my eyes and walk across the corridor towards my classroom, the so called 'ability' section.

I just don't understand this whole concept of labels and tags like seriously how the hell can you judge a person even before talking to him or knowing about him.

"Oh, do you know he is a gay, see the way he walks"

"Yeah I thought so, when I asked him out he refused, said he is not interested in dating at this moment. I should have known he is not into girls."

I hear some more gossip​ as I make my way to the class. Seriously you'll say he's not into girls just because he refused to go out. This is ridiculous.

As if they are the sorcerers with crystal balls and know exactly what each and every person is like, with their utmost confidence they blurt out their so called truth.

Isn't it funny how just two years ago I was in the same section as them (we didn't have this concept of categorising students back then) and how just because one day I was put into this section their views change about me from being their friend to being a huge nerd.

Wtf I didn't start studying overnight nor did one day a magic fairy came in my room and blessed me with an intelligent brain. How I wish that was true.

"Woah grace, what's up with that 'I am gonna kill every effing person out there' look of yours"

and my internal debate was brought to a halt on hearing Alesia's voice.

I burst into laughter, you should have seen the horror on her face, she is very well aware that probably the last thing to do is mess up with me when I am roaming about like a mad bull with invisible horns pointing dangerously towards you and anger gleaming in my eyes.

"Don't worry bae, I won't kick this huge ass of yours " I replied

"You stupid mothereffing bastard ! How dare you talk about my ass this way ? I know it's huge and I swear if you say a word more I will crush you under my ass" She retorted, her face flushing with anger.

Laughing I fall back at my seat.

Oh gosh you should have seen the face that she makes that cute little pout with her eyes popping out in astonishment. And when she cusses it's just so funny it's like teasing a five year old by taking his candy out of his mouth and he struggles on his feet to grab his treat but with no effect. And you just laugh enjoying the small little act in front of you.

I am sure my laughter infuriated her anger even more for now I suddenly find myself on the floor hit by a fist at my belly.

"Ouch, you one kickboxing idiot. You've messed up with the king bae."

And soon we both turn into two wild cats struggling to punch each other which to others looks like as if we are desperately waving our hands in the air.

We both dissolve in laughter when the bell rings "tring ..."

This can either be the most terrible screeching voice you'll hear or it could be the sound of God's own musical concert, well it depends what it signifies.

Apparently this meant that our ten minutes break after the exam was over and now it's time for yet another lesson.

We settle down trying to look as normal and as non creepy as we could.