"I'm telling you August, you are pure evil," Emma snorts, opening up her books to one of the given pages. I do the same and start copying down notes in math. Seriously, if I don't maintain at least a B in every class, I'll be kicked off the soccer team.
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Plus, guess who's team captain? Me!" I squeal quietly while writing down equations. Emma giggles and snorts while doing her math homework. Troy is giving me death glares from across the room, but I can easily ignore him. I wouldn't even give the time of day to that guy.
I finish up with my math early, and I start playing with the loose strings on Thomas's jacket and smile cheekily. He's so sweet, and cute, can play soccer, and...
"Ms. Chapman, do I have to ask one more time?" My head jerks up to see the entire class staring at me. A warm rosy color rises to my cheeks. I have no idea what this teacher is talking about, not the slightest idea.
"Um, er, 23?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. The entire class bursts out in laughter. I look towards the board and see it was a multiple choice question and 23 wasn't even an option. I bite my lip and lower my head. Not a good move.
"I would stop daydreaming about any boy you were thinking about if you wanna pass my class, yes?" I lower my head even more and bury myself in math work. Emma nudges me in my shoulder.
"Who's the lucky guy? Any dude worthy of your affection must be smoking." She says. I elbow her in the ribs and continue doing my work.
"Who is it?" She pleads. I roll my eyes and whisper, "Its Thomas, ok?" Emma bounces in her seat and squeals. I shake my head. Why do I even bother telling her anything? Oh yeah, because we're "friends" and to make her believe we're "friends", I have to share my secrets.
