note: this chapter contains both pov's so don't get confused midway, I will mark when each start, enjoy :)
Pov: Eliza
"Bitch I have no clue about what the fuck is going on," I yawn and tell Jonah who was sitting right next to me for our Trigonometry bridge course.
Math is literally my most dreaded subject, it's not that I'm bad at it. It's because I despise it, I have no interest in it.
"Bet, neither do I. Hold on, let's ask Wes," Jonah sends a smug smile toward me and quietly tears a page out of his notebook, I watch as he crumples it into a ball and squints his eyes to perfect his aim.
I focus on the back of Wes' head who was sitting 3 seats ahead of us, the ball flies high and flawlessly hits the back of his head.
His head snaps behind as he shoots us a glare, I scribble a note in a thick font and hold up the book to flash it at him.
'BITCH WTF IS GOING ON!?' the note read, Wes' eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the note.
I lowered it the minute he got up from his seat and walked up to us, "You motherfuckers are bound to get me kicked out of the one class I enjoy," He groans annoyingly and takes a seat next to me.
"Why the fuck do you enjoy math dude?" Jonah chuckles, "Shut up you uneducated ass," Wes is quick to snarl.
The rest of the hour was spent by Wes trying to teach us, but it was actually Jonah constantly getting sidetracked and me daydreaming, of course about Carter.
Yes, I'm a fucking imbecile, I'm aware.
The hour ended with the teacher massaging her temples in utter disappointment as Jonah and I submitted our work, yeah sin cos tan my ass.
"I don't know Mr. Moor, you're going to have to deal with it." Wes smiles as he walks out, this bitch.
Jonah slung his hand over my shoulder as we made our way to the cafeteria for lunch, "You go on, I have to keep my books into my locker," I smile, he agrees and continues.
I open my locker and stack my books, each one landing with a clang against the metal surface. That's when I hear a different constant clanging noise, like heels clicking on the ground.
Before I could even see who the fuck was approaching me at such a fast pace, my locker slammed shut and I was face-to-face with Kiera. Hasn't this bitch had enough?
"What do you want?" I roll my eyes and look at her fuming face, "You know, for the slut you are and have always been, you don't deserve Carter." She asserts, her comment didn't affect me at all because I knew she was just jealous.
"Kiera, I don't have the fucking time for this right now, would you kindly save me the trouble and shut up," I deadpan and reopen my locker that she unnecessarily shut.
She kept rattling on and on about Carter and how she was meant to be with him when I got pissed. I had enough and slammed the locker myself, now looking her dead in the eyes.
"Kiera, I won't tell you this again, so before I slap you into fucking oblivion, leave me the fuck alone. And don't even dare to approach Carter either," I swear and cross my arms, my hands were already being lifted up in spite because I was so close to slapping that stupid face of hers.
When I least expected it, her hands fist the top of my hoodie now pulling me toward her, I grunt and try to pry her off but she wouldn't budge.
"What the fuck, Kiera?" I yell and force her fingers out of the grip they had on me.
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