((Rox))
I walk in the hallways to home-economics, my absolute least favorite subject. You should've seen my sewing, let's just say, the emergency room was involved.
I sit down, Mrs. Pointer starts talking in her lightheaded tone, kind of like a drunk Luna Lovegood.
"Okay, class! Today we will do a partner project! You will be assigned to someone, then you, with your partner will be assigned a recipe, you will have to follow the directions and cook a dish."
I curse under my breath, why always this crap? Why wasn't my elective shop class, because I'd love a hammer right now, to smash everything.
Mrs. Pointer starts calling names, "Terrence with Penney," "Sawyer with Chris," "Mack with Emily."
Damn it, Mack and I met in this class, we're usually together, by the way, this is a bromance, okay? I would never make out with Mack, NEVER.
"Okay, Roxanne with..."
Don't call me Roxanne.
"Connor."
Connor? Isn't he the gay one? Not like feminine gay but like openly gay? I'm not hating but still, we're probably polar opposites.
I drag myself over to our table.
Our recipe lands face down on the fake wooden table. I read it, 'Classic Apple Pie', neither Connor or me speak.
Connor grabs the ingredients and I fetch appliances.
We gather at the table, dropping everything which makes a big, 'BOOM'.
"And," Mrs. Pointer walks by us, "Hairnets." Two hairnets are dropped on our table.
"Ugh," I groan.
"Why me?" Connor whines.
"Because you, Roxanne," she points to me, "You bleach it so much you must lose so many strands of dead hair."
Wow, someone's a bitch.
"And Connor, just because."
Yep, bitch.
After a long silence, Connor breaks it.
"Can I join?"
"Join what?"
"Don't play dumb, Rox."
"Ugh, fine."
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