Dixie: can you just go now
*points to the door*
Noah: Dixie!
Teacher: *rolls her eyes and leaves*
Dixie: Woo hoo! The b!tch is finally gone!
Noah: Ms. *looks at the list of everyone's names* D'amelio, Yo don't talk about all
your teachers like that do you?
Dixie: Noah, how old are you?
Noah: 19 why
Dixie: so you know what's like to hate a
high school teacher right
Noah: Yeah yeah, you won't talk about
me like that will you
Dixie: of course not *smiles*
Addi: Dixie, stop flirting with him,
that's disgusting
Dixie: that's it *walk out of the room*
Noah: I'll hog get her. Just take a
paper of the desk, she assigned a pop
quiz *walks out the room* Dixie wait,
where are you going?
Dixie: I'm going anywhere but here
Noah: *grabs Dixie's arm and pulls her closer to him* come let's go back to class
Dixie: *looks into his eyes* *rolls her eyes* whatever *walks back into the classroom*
Noah: *walks back in the class and hands
Dixie a quiz* here you go, last assignment
from your least favorite teacher
