MONDAY
Maise's POV
Mr. Andrews slams my quiz results on my desk, waking me from my two minute power nap. Wasn't powerful enough because I'm still sleep deprived, functioning off four hours.
Sunday night was rough. Liv and Ian dragged me out to some party their cousin was hosting. We got suckered in playing drinking games, and instead of getting home at my desired curfew of at least midnight, I was blackout drunk in my bed at 4am.
"See me after class, Miss. Kennedy." He says sternly and flicks me a dirty look.
Can teachers do that? Isn't that against teacher code.
"I got a B! Maise, I got a- Ooh, yikes. Did you even attempt it?" Liv peers over me to squint at the huge F circled multiple times with a red marker for emphasis.
Thanks to Mr. Andrews, my grades can now be broadcasted to the whole class.
"What do you think?" I groan out.
Jenna, who once again, chose to torture me by sitting behind me, grins smugly.
"I had a feeling you didn't make it past the basics. See if you actually paid attention in class, the questions wouldn't have come across as a shock." She puts her results on my desk. Obviously she got an A+.
"I don't need to be lectured by you, teachers pet." I hiss and yank my hood over my head, pulling the strings hoping it would cut off my air supply and I could avoid all human existence forever.
Me, dramatic? No. Realistic.
"Maiseeee, don't sulk, it's fine. Don't let this set you back."
"Liv, this is no time to be optimistic, I'm failing History."
"No one to blame but yourself." Jenna muses.
"Miss. Kennedy, this is a prime example of why you do not excel in this class. Bring your things to the front. You can sit near me."
"That is such bull-" I refrain from getting a lunch detention, and nod instead.
Jenna starts laughing like a hyena at my misfortune.
"You can accompany her, Miss. Ortega."
"Ha!" I stick my tongue out at the sulking girl. Not so arrogant now is she.
The period drags on agonisingly slow. I kept firing paper balls at Jenna, giggling when a few bounced off her cheek.
When the bell chimes, mission impossible is initiated. The class clears out quickly, but my target remains. I grip onto Jenna's backpack. "You owe me for those two car rides. Walk faster."
"Hey, don't pull me."
"Why are you legs so short? No wonder you never show up to training on time."
Jenna swats at my hands. "My legs aren't short, their average."
"Yeah, average for a short stack like you."
"Don't even come for my height right now, you're only a few inches taller. Acting as if you're a giant."
"Going somewhere, girls?" Mr. Andrews' body blocks the door— my only exit. I deflate on the spot, removing my grip from her backpack. She was useless anyway.
"Bathroom, of course. A girl's gotta empty the bladder." I try to play the innocent card.
"Wrong answer. You're not going anywhere. Take a seat."
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