#lockerproblems

So today I decided I was gonna actually use my own locker.

I walk in school. Some dude is opening my locker and putting their stuff in my locker. What?

So I walk to my homeroom, Put my Spanish/Math/Physics binder on my desk.

I walk back to my locker and some 10th grader's shit is in my locker.

(Now usually, I have like everyone's crap in my locker)

I go up to my teacher. His face is like what the fuck? And he sends me to the office.

So at the office they are all like do you need a new locker? What is wrong with you? Are you sure?

So the (assistant) principal dude is sent off to find my locker but the sec lady doesnt tell me to follow him so the principal is mindlessly looking for my locker he goes like 3 rooms past my locker until I finally catch up with him and bring him to my locker.

He unlocks it with his special key to unlock all the lockers. The chicks name that was in my locker was Amanda something, she is a sophomore. (I could tell by the bio book that Miss L uses) so anyway I'm sent back to homeroom.

Mr. Principal dude had to kick her out of my locker. Apparently she had that locker last year and she liked it better than her current locker.

Bitch, I am a senior. Don't fuck with my senior year. I'm still dealing with drama from Dipshit.

I understand my sophmore year locker was next to the art room on the 2 and half floor and I was near it like once a day. The positive there was a cute Dipshit one away who only came to his locker when I was there. We had weird friendship. Damn. I just realized how fucking weird it was. He did this thing where he would race to my locker and open it first (did that in 11th grade too) or he would lift of my foot for like ten minutes. Bad puns, rubix cubes, icing in each other's hair & cheeks, who had the bigger hand aka holding hands, the usual staring in each other's eyes, touching the fur patch/belly button.

Guys don't imply there was sexual tension.

BECAUSE THERE WAS NOT