"Wake up! You have school!"
I could feel someone shaking me but all I cared about right now was sleep.
"Get up!" My mom yelled.
"No!" I groaned as I covered my head with blankets.
"You better get up or else I'm going to send John in here, who is very hyper, with pots and pans." She said sassily.
"Okay fine." I sat up. "You win." I rolled my eyes.
"Hm." My mom smiled and walked off.
I groaned one last time and threw myself out of bed. I walked into my bathroom and rubbed my eyes.
"Are you ready for school?" John's preppy voice echoed through our shared bathroom.
I looked at him in my sleepy state. "No." I rolled my eyes. "Stop being so annoying."
"I'm not annoying!" John yelled. "You're just a big angry troll!"
"No I'm not!" I yelled back.
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
I rolled my eyes again. "Get out." I pushed him out the bathroom door and slammed it shut. "So annoying." I breathed.
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"See this isn't that bad." Calum laughed as we walked into school.
"Shut up." I groaned. "I'm in hell right now."
Calum let out a little laugh. "That damn education, man. Complete hell." He said sarcastically.
"I'm not in the mood for your sassiness today." I intertwined our fingers together as we walked down the halls.
"I thought you didn't want to go public yet?" Cal asked as he rubbed his thumb over my fingers.
"Shh. Don't ruin it." I whispered in his ear.
"Okay wait." He looked at me. "Right now is not the time to turn me on."
"I didn't even do anything." I laughed.
"Whispering in my ear. Yeah. You did." He nodded.
"Oh whispering in your ear turns you on?" I raised one eyebrow.
"Obviously." Calum rolled his eyes.
I leaned in closer. "Poop on a stick with vomit on the side." I whispered in his ear.
"Ew." Calum made a disgusted face.
"What? I thought I was turning you on?" I said sarcastically.
I bust out in laughter as Calum made another grossed out face and pulled me down the hall.
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"No! Rebecca! You don't add, you subtract." My nutty math teacher, Ms. Frizz, yelled. She was yelling at Rebecca, who was Courtney's friend. They were both not the greatest at math.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and kept working, ignoring Ms. Frizz.
I looked back down at my math problem and furrowed my eyebrows.
How was any of this useful later in life?
"Hey," I heard someone whisper behind me.
I turned around to see Michael. He looked just as confused as I was.
"How the fuck do you do this?" He asked me.
"I don't know?" I shrugged.
"What?" Michael sighed. "I always cheat off you in tests and stuff and my grade is a straight 94 in this class. You know what your doing."
