I'm in love with my brother's bestfriend. Yeah, I'm screwed.

I'm in love with my brother's bestfriend. Yeah, I'm screwed. (10)

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Sitting in class like a chicken without a head I continued scribbling little hearts on the inside of my notebook, my thoughts elsewhere as I yawned.

“Oh I’m sorry Miss Dawson. Is what I’m currently teaching a bore to you?” Mrs. Henderson arched a brow, her lips pursed as I slowly looked up, biting down against my lip.

I guess that was a bit of a loud yawn. . .

“I’m sorry Mrs. Henderson. I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” I smiled weakly up at her as she merely shook her head.

“This was once too many times Miss Dawson. I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a detention.” She gave me the ‘eye’ before swiftly walking over to her desk, grabbing a slip from the drawer and taking her pen, scribbling a few words before settling the pen down and making her way over to me. 

Are you serious? “Are you serious?” I spoke a bit too soon before I could stop - my thoughts once again escaping my mind and filling the atmosphere. 

“Why indeed yes Anya, I am very serious.” She sternly spoke to me as I scoffed.

“It’s ah-knee-sa!” I spat with a bit of attitude with a roll of my eyes as I read the slip coming across the words slowly.

Not paying attention in several classes. Completely disrespectful.

How am I disrespectful? Shaking my head, I raised my hand as Mrs. Henderson, poked her eyes from behind her glasses as she stopped the lesson once again for me.

“Yes, Miss Dawson?”

“Why did you right I’m disrespectful on the slip?” I threw it in the air to show her as I leaned back in my sear. “I just yawned!”

“Calm your tone Miss Dawson, this isn’t a play ground.” She hushed her tone as the whole class turned to look at me now.

Nosy bastards.

“Play ground, shmay ground. I don’t care. No offense Mrs. Henderson but I think you’re starting to lose your mind.” Gasping, she narrowed her eyes at me as I shrugged. “What? it’s the truth!”

“Miss Dawson!” She shrieked her voice and with that luckily the bell rang as I sprung to my feet, throwing all the sprawled items on my desk, into my bag before dashing for the door.

As I safely made it out, I let out a deep breath I hadn’t known I had been holding in. 

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Finally it was the end of the day and I could go home. . . 

“Hey!” Sally ran up beside me as she smiled big, clearly in a good mood - but then again, when wasn’t she?

“Hey Sal,” I softly smiled while closing my locker door shut. “Whatsup?”

“Oh nothing,” She smiled, as she began playing with her hair - signaling that she had met a boy.

“I know that little hint. . .” I smiled huge. “Who is it?!”

“Sh!” Sally gestured with her hands for me to quiet down as she leaned forwards. “It’s Kyle!”

“Kyle. . . As in -”

“Sam’s best friend!”

Aw, shit.