Perfect (Book 1)

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A/N: Hello my lovelies! lol I have no idea what this story is tbh. It's the complete epitome of winging it. I have no plan for this story, I'm just going for it. But you guys seem to be enjoying it, so enjoy this ridiculously long chapter because I didn't keep track of how much I was typing!

Chapter 4

"Good morning, delinquents," Evans announced, "I'm going to take attendance, and then for the next two hours, you are not to speak, eat, drink, use any technology, or sleep," he explained before glancing at the class roster.

"Excuse me," I exclaimed as I rose my hand.

"Put your hand down," Scott murmured under his breath.

Mr. Evans glanced up at me before scowling, "Yes, Mr. Grassi?" He asked impatiently.

"There's a stack of paper over there with spare pencils. Is writing prohibited?" I inquired.

Mr. Evans narrowed his eyes at me, "Yes, writing is prohibited," he stated.

"What about reading?" I inquired, motioning towards the bookshelf. As I was looking at the bookshelf, I noticed Scott roll his eyes dramatically.

These were harmless questions, I don't know what his problem was.

"Is this a game to you, Mr. Grassi?" Evans challenged.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I don't recall ever insinuating that this was a game. I was just asking since you did not specify whether or not reading and writing were prohibited," I explained to him slowly.

Maybe he was having an off day.

"Excuse, Mr. Evans, I know it may seem like Mitch is trying to piss you off, but he honestly is just very clueless to when he's being arrogant," Scott explained desperately.

"I don't know what you two are playing at, but I want you to separate, now, before I suspend both of you," Evans threatened in a low tone.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Scott quickly reached over and clamped his hand over my mouth, "Just keep it to yourself ok, and go sit in the front," he ordered softly.

He slowly pulled his hand away before sitting back in his seat. Everyone in the room was holding in their laugh as they stared at us.

"Move to the front now, Mr. Grassi, before I suspend you," Mr. Evans ordered in a rather angry tone.

I don't know what I did to deserve this. All I did was ask a simple question.

I pushed the chair away from the desk before standing up slowly. I was extra uncomfortable since everyone was staring at me. This was a disaster.

If I had just been a minute quicker yesterday morning, I wouldn't have gotten stuck next to Scott, and I wouldn't have gotten a detention. And if I hadn't gotten a detention, then my parents wouldn't have taken away my schedule, and they hadn't done that, I could have still been peacefully asleep in my own bed.

I was so in my head, that as I was walking back to the front, someone put their foot out in my path.

Ok, I saw the foot, my brain just didn't process it until I was tripping over it and crashing onto the floor.

The room erupted into laughter again. I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. I glanced back at Scott who stood abruptly.

"Sit down, Mr. Hoying," Mr. Evans demanded before he could come help me.

I looked forward again before pushing myself off of the floor and standing up. I kept my head down and walked quickly to the table in the front corner before sliding into the seat and staring at the desk. I wished I could just curl up into a ball and burst into flames.