the fuck it list

chapter 1

"They posted the list." Adelyn squeals as she climbs into my car.

"Already? School hasn't even started yet." I whined, knowing this was gonna be a disaster.

"I'm paired with Jacob, the football player." she bounces in the seat beside me.

"What about your boyfriend?" She shrugs her shoulders, she cares but isn't showing it. "Who am I paired with?"

She glances over the list again, "you're paired with..um.." she trails off.

"Adelyn who am I paired with," my hands the leather stearing wheel.

"Keep your eyes on the road," she says, trying to distract me.

I pull into a parking spot at school and glare at Adelyn. "Who am I paired with?" I send a silent prayer that it isn't him.

"Quinn." She whispers.

"Quinn Angelo?" I ask even though that's the only Quinn we know.

"Maybe it's not too late to change partners?" She suggests.

I'm relieved that it's not who I wanted it to be but at the same time, I hate my partner. I take a shallow breath, "It's whatever, if he keeps being a whore and sleeping with random girls then maybe we can win." I paste on a smile and climb out of my car. I force my feet to walk into the school building.

The halls are buzzing about the list, even though only seniors play, everyone loves it. The list never changes, it's tradition.

"I wanna find my partner." Adelyn tugs my arm. She leads me through overcrowded halls of people reuniting with their friends over the summer. The warm breeze of the cafeteria hits me. Addy still pulls me along, stopping at the overcrowded football cheerleader table. I find a seat next to one of the football players and greet everyone there.

"So Lilly, who's your partner?" Josh asks from across the table.

"Quinn, what about you?"

"Not sure, some girl named Gaby. But good luck with him," he nods his head towards Quinn, who sits further down the table with one of the cheerleaders sitting on his lap with his tongue down his throat.

"I'm sure if he keeps being a whore then we can win," I grimace at the sight.

He laughs at my despair, "what did you do this summer? I feel like I didn't see you."

"I went to Paris for a few weeks then New York for a month, nothing big. What about you."

"Same here, I just sailed in the Mediterranean and interned at my dad's job."

"What classes do you have?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Marketing, econ, and history."

"You're only taking three classes this year?"

"Yeah, it's senior year I didn't want to overwork myself, what about you."

"Calc, english, physics, art, psych, and history." I curse my past self for signing up for six classes.

The scraping noise on the tiled floor grabs my attention. I see the guy that was sitting there leave and Quinn took his spot.

"I guess we're partners?" his hair sticks in different directions, his clothes are wrinkled and he has lip gloss smeared across his lips.

"How fun." I sarcastically smile.

"Don't think I like this," he glares at me.

"Good to know the feeling is mutual."

From across the table, he slides into the now empty chair. Most of the group is gone heading to class.

"Hey Lily, long time no see," his sickly sweet smile makes me feel like throwing up.

"It hasn't been long enough, Cam," my guard goes up.

I stand in a hurry making the chair behind me scratch the floor.

"Let me walk you to class." Cam pushes.

"I can walk by myself," I glance at the few people still at the table, their curious stares make me feel warm.

Cam smirks from across the table still seated as if he was a king. I stick up my middle finger and walk away. I force myself to not spiral into oblivion overseeing someone I hate.

The second school ends. I'm glad the day is over. I meet Addy in the hall and we walk to my car.

"There is a party tonight we have to go to. I'm making you go so no excuses."

"Fine," I pressed the unlock button on my car keys and we climbed in. "Who's party?"

"Quinn." her voice went quiet.

"Yeah, I don't think-" I start.

"Please," she turns to me, her hands intertwined like she's begging me.

"What about your boyfriend?" I ask, trying to find a way out of it.

"He's in college he doesn't have to know," she waves her hand as if to clear the air. "You should wear that lilac dress, the one you got in Paris, that would be so cute," we buckle our seatbelts and I start driving as she keeps on rambling about the party I'm definitely not going to.