W.A.T.D

Chapter 3 Vendetta - her perspective

Estimated reading time - 2 minutes
(Sorry this chapter is so short, big things coming in chapter 4 <3)

Up again, in this shitty town with these shitty people. It's too early for this, but I have to get ready anyway.
I stayed up for too long, I don't know what time I fell asleep but I can guarantee I didn't sleep for more than a couple hours. You can easily tell by the hug bags under my eyes that I had an eventful night. An eventful night of doing work to catch up to EFB.
How did he do so much so fast? Maybe he really is as smart as his grades imply. I'd hate to think of him as an actual person but he is making it hard to hate him so blindly.

I walked into class today, found him in the back again as usual.
I walked over to my seat in the front and before I sat down the teacher made a disapproving sound "Shouldn't you be with your partner? You need to work together after all" the teacher commented with her condescending tone. She always tries to seem nice but she isn't great at hiding it.
I simply flash a fake smile and grab my bag again, walking back to where Ray is sitting and plopping my things down on the floor next to the desk and sitting with a sigh. He nods his head at me and I see him wearing earbuds.
To be fair we are almost done with the project anyway, despite the fact it was supposed to have taken all week. Guess he really is smart, good to know.
Suddenly he takes out one of his earbuds and turns to me, glancing over me quickly. "Did you finish your half?" he asks with a deadpan expression, i respond immediately, nodding and smiling sarcastically. "Yeah, I did it last night" I might have stayed up all night, but it's worth it.
I don't want to be overshadowed by him, especially not in a class I'm supposed to be good at.
"Good job." he said, interrupting my thoughts. It briefly made me feel good, before remembering who it came from. From him, it seems more condescending than anything, like he's talking to a child who put the right shape in the right hole.
I guess it's not his fault, he's used to being alone just like me.

I was just waiting, lying on my floor, simmering with rage.
I checked the doc when I got home, and he added a ton of condescending little notes on my work. comments on the side, suggestions on how to fix it, everything.
If he wants to change so much of it he can do it himself!
I'm going to talk to him tomorrow, he needs to know he can't boss me around no matter how much he thinks he's in charge.