Fallin' | Michael Dipnicky

operation dipnicky

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chapter one
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"g, i'm tuning the g string." mr calvin sings as he tunes his guitar. i bounce my leg as i impatiently wait for him to explain what this meeting is about.

"i'm sorry mr calvin, i just don't know what your guitar has to do with this meeting." i say.

mr calvin rolls his eyes and puts his guitar away. "you're almost failing chemistry ivy. you need to somehow get your grades up or you're retaking senior year." he says.

i roll my eyes. "i'll figure something out. is that all?" i ask. mr calvin just nods and sends me on my way.

i walk out of his office, and my brother, mason, is waiting for me outside.

"so?" he asks, pushing against the wall and walking with me.

"i'm almost failing chemistry, if i don't get my grades up i'm gonna have to redo senior year." i say. "that's bullshit." mason says.

"i'm gonna have to get a fucking tutor or some shit." i tell him. "we can't afford that." mason says. "i know dude."

mason and i walk into the cafeteria together. he goes to the theater table and i go to mine.

i flick my brother jayden in the back of the head as i pass him. "ew, freshman." i say. he ignores me, and i continue to my table.

i sit in the empty seat next to honor, and across from emma. "what was the meeting about?" honor asks.

"i'm about to fail chemistry. i hate to ask this but can one of y'all tutor me for free?" i ask.

"i would, but we have some big test coming up, and i can't let my grades slip i need to-." "get into harvard, yeah i know." i say interrupting honor.

"we would, but we're kinda dumb." talia says. i sigh. "i'll figure it out." i say.

"wait. i have the perfect plan." honor says. we all turn our heads and look at her. "dipnicky." she says. "huh?"

"michael dipnicky. he has the highest gpa in our grade. i'm sure he'll do anything for you if you just flirt with him a bit."

"of course, you could ask travis biggins or kennedy smith, but they don't seem to easy to convince." honor says.

"y'know.. that's actually i really good idea.." i say. i look up at michael, and diesel walks by and slides his tray off of the table. michael scurries to pick it up. this shouldn't be to hard.

"operation dipnicky is officially in session."