Hopeless Situation

Untitled Part 10

There are some things like the British boy and American boys thing that don't make sense but when you read it just ignore it because I couldn't think of anything else to say!

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After a few minutes of silence, I nudge Arianna as I look at my watch. "It's nearly time for class. We should start to head there before the hallways get raided."

Sighing, she nods. I get up, brushing the dust off my jeans, and offer a hand to Arianna, pulling her up next to me.

We exit the toilet and I'm relieved to see that no one is occupying the hallway.

My phone beeps twice with a message, but I ignore it. I can check it later.

We walk side by side together towards math class, both of us lost in our thoughts.

I just realised that the project for physics still hasn't been started. And it's due sometime next week. Shit. I'm pretty sure failing is not an option. Especially when the grade will get me into a good college. I just hope my group feels the same way.

Ever since my dad died, I've always felt that if I make good use of my life then if he's watching me, it will make him proud. I've never really been the religious type and I'm not sure if I believe in God but I hope there really is a place that my father's in and he's happy. Happy and at peace.

An elbow jab pulls me out of my thoughts and I scowl at Arianna. "What was that?"

"What is on your mind? I called your name twice." She says, an eyebrow raised.

"Umm, I was thinking about the Physics project and that I need to get an A in it. But I can't if I haven't even started." Not technically a lie since I was really thinking it.

"God," Funny, that's exactly what I was just thinking about. "You're worried about a project? Trust me when I say that failing it would actually make you look smart. It's so bloody hard!"

I laugh at her use of language. "Bloody? You've been watching too much of Harry Potter. Bloody." I say, shaking my head.

"Hey! British guys are hot. Especially their accents. It. Is. To. Die. For." She gushes.

"Yeah but the British are too... formal."

"What do you mean?"

"Well if you think about it, if America was a man and so was Britain, then America would be all cool and casual while British would be smart and... sophisticated."

"Yeah but..." She says, thinking. "Not everyone in Britain are smart and formal, and definitely not everyone in America is cool and casual."

I roll my eyes. "I mean generally."