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Joey’s POV
I could not believe Mrs. Lark was assigning another group project. It wouldn’t be a big deal, if the rest of my class wasn’t a bunch of morons. Now, that does sound pretty harsh, but it’s not my fault. I’ve tried making friends with some of them, but they either don’t want to befriend me, or I discovered we had no common interests.
The project was a simple one- research a biome with your assigned partner and present your findings to the class. That I had no problem with.
Mrs. Lark starts calling out pairs. For the most part, I tuned it out. I really didn’t care who their groups were. Nobody except one.
His name was Tyson Parker. He was a member of the “in” crowd here, plays a ton of sports, and my classmate for three courses. He had short, dark blonde hair and a highly toned body that resembled tanned, chiseled marble. He was pretty tall, with broad shoulders and hazel eyes. Tyson was pretty much a Greek god in basketball shorts. Sexiest thing I ever saw.
And I hated him.
Not what you expected, right? You thought I’d be love struck over the amazingly hot jock who doesn’t know I exist. The thing is, he does know I exist. And we really don’t get along. He wasn’t very bright, and he could be a real douche to people (me especially). True, I could be a bitch to him and call him names, but still.
Finally, the moment of truth came. Mrs. Lark called Tyson’s name, and I waited nervously for the poor soul who was his partner.
“Joey Lambert.”
Shit, I thought. Mrs. Lark, being the oblivious bitty she was, had just paired me with the person I dislike most. And the feeling was clearly mutual.
Tyson rose unwillingly from his seat and walked to where I was, in the second to last row, as if he was being dragged to fight off a hoard of lions. I rolled my eyes at his scowling expression, though I wore one that matched.
He plopped down in the seat beside me and gave me a bitter look. “Well, this is gonna suck.”
I nodded, still frowning. “Agreed.”
Mrs. Lark called the rest of the groups before the bell rang to dismiss us. Tyson gruffly gave me his address with instructions to come by after school so we could work. I begrudgingly agreed, then hightailed it off to my next period- lunch.
Mimi and Bee-Bee, my twin best friends, were waiting for me at our usual lunch table. Carlos and Webster sat there as well, with Webster trying to teach Carlos the intricacies of some comic book. The twins were giggling as Carlos pretended to listen, though he was really just staring into space. When I sat down, Carlos nodded in greeting. Webster didn’t stop his fast paced rambling about unobtanium versus adamantium. Mimi kissed my cheek, and Bee-Bee hugged me sweetly.
“Hey, Roo,” they said in unison with an affectionate tone. The twins called me Roo for three reasons- one was because my name was Joey, which is technically the name for a baby kangaroo. The second was because they felt motherly towards me, whether I liked it or not. The third (and were the nickname came from) was Roo was the name of the baby Kangaroo in The Winne the Pooh series.
“Hello Kangas,” I replied dryly, my usual counter. (In case you didn’t know, Kanga is Roo’s mom, but there are two twins, thus plural Kangas).
