Willet One Shots

Physics

"Ugh," I grumbled as I flipped my pencil to erase my mistake. I hate physics. I like chemistry and biology so I thought I'd like this too. It's my only class that's not AP and it's still my hardest. Hell, I used to be a superhero and this physics is still harder than protecting citizens. This is not exactly how I pictured senior year. I sighed as I attempted the problem again.

I was distracted by a pencil falling right next to my foot. I picked it up and turned around to hand it back. I scowled as my eyes met those of a cocky, pointy-haired, smirking Wilbur Robinson. I gave him a passive-aggressive smile, dropped his pencil on his desk, and turned back around at the daunting physics worksheet.

To my annoyance, I heard the clatter of the writing tool hitting the floor again. I ignored it, but the asshole cleared his throat.

"I'm not helping you again," I muttered. "Get a better grip."

"Sorry." He stretched down, but his fingers barely missed the pencil.

"Mister Robinson," Ms. Halstead, our physics teacher called. Wilbur shot up, "What seems to be the matter."

"Nothing," I heard him mumble. I rolled my eyes and bent down to get the pencil when Ms. Halstead returned to her paper. I passed it to him and faced forward before he could finish his expression of gratitude. "I keep dosing off just sitting here."

Ugh. Why is he still talking? "I didn't ask," I uttered plainly.

"I'm just explaining my ineptitude in holding my pencil." He replied sharply.

"Well, maybe, you could do your work."

"I'm finished."

"What?!" I whisper-screamed as I turned to his paper a little too dramatically.

"Miss Parr!" Ms. Halstead called again. "Please sit forward and do your work."

"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling the heat rise up my neck to my ears. I heard Wilbur chuckling behind me. It was probably the most aggravating noise I've ever experienced—and I live with Dash. I pulled out my phone to text Wilbur,

9:53 am - Violet: How did you finish so fast? Did you just guess?

9:54 am - Wilbur: sure

I wasn't looking at him, but I could tell he was grinning. It irked me that I even cared, but I have to know if he was some kind of wiz at physics. I can't picture stubborn, popular, outspoken Wilbur Robinson actually applying himself in school. I know he's not in any APs because I'm basically taking all of them and he's not in my other classes. Thank goodness. I tried to continue working on my paper.

The bell rang, indicating the end of class. I felt defeated as I put away my incomplete worksheet.

"Please finish the worksheet for homework if you haven't already," Ms. Halstead reminded, as everyone stood up. Wilbur nudged me and winked. I tried to let it go, but then the teacher continued, "Mister Robinson and Miss Parr, please see me before you leave."

This should be good. The last of the class snickered as they left and I wished I could be one of them.

"I don't know what was going on, but you two were quite the disturbance today. Don't think I missed you guys using your phones." Ms. Halstead lectured.

We spoke at the same time.

"Sorry, Ms. Halstead."
"I finished my work, Ms. Halstead."

I glared at Wilbur and he smiled without glancing at me. He gave Ms. Halstead his worksheet for her to verify.

Ms. Halstead sighed, "Well, seeing as Wilbur finished his work and Violet has never been in trouble before, I won't give you detention."

We both smiled this time, filled with such relief.