-𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 || WLW

One

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Spencer's POV
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I sat in my last period class with my head buried in my arms. The sound of the teachers voice making my head throb on 100 and my energy level drop to 0.

I've only been in this class for 20 minutes but it sure as hell felt like the whole day. I just had 25 more minutes until it was the weekend, 25 more minutes until the bell would ring.

25 more minutes until—24 minutes now, before I could meet up with my friends and head over to my house.

It was the first time in a long time that I've hung out with them, anyways.

With both of them going to two different schools from me, it's been hard trying to spend some time with them, the whole thing doesn't even make sense.

I'm even surprised that we were able to stay friends for this long with the whole unique thing we had.

—"Spencer, could you please tell us about Joyce."

"Who?" I asked as I held my head up, I heard a few students laughing about my reaction as if I meant it as a joke, but I don't pay attention in class so how am I supposed to now about Joyce?

Mr. Lopez placed the book onto his desk and he crossed his arms. "We are on chapter 4, page 52. You should be reading along, that way you would have known the answer to the question."

I groaned and looked over to the book, I flipped the book over and saw the title of the book and realized that I had read this with Dana, one of my best friends, she's a total dork, but that's not the point.

—"actually, I think Joyce is my idol, she's such a women, I love that." I smiled as I curved my fingers up the spine of the book.

Mr. Lopez didn't actually believe me, he didn't believe that I knew a thing about the book. "Describe her in three words."

"Outgoing, hot, and bitchy." I say before bring my lip into a thin line.

Mr. Lopez wasn't too pleased with my words, I could tell by the very expression that held his face. "You can't use profanity in this classroom. Hell you shouldn't even be using profanity at all." Mr. Lopez assured as he picked up his book.

"I just said.. bitchy. What's wrong with that? Because it has the word bitch in it? Assignments have ass in it, yet you give us one everyday. What type of teacher would you be to teach us these spoken bad words." I asked with a smirk forming not to far after I said it.

His blood boiled, I could only tell by how red his face was turning, as red as a tomato, poor white guy was about to turn into a flamingo.

—"Just. Read." He paused in between the words before holding the book back up for him to read.

I looked up at the clock and I saw that there was now only 5 minutes of class and I smiled, I glanced over behind me at some curly brown haired boy, he seemed to be glaring at me.

What the hell was his problem?

I chose to ignore it, and sooner than later, the bell rung and I'm pretty sure that I was the first person out of the hot ass class, but can you blame me? School sucks.