"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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♫ Valentina ♫
"CAN YOU DO it?" I ask Dallas, who sits on the floor leaning against my bed with his laptop, that has all his hacking shit open, on his lap.
Luca had the great idea to get Dallas involved since he can do a shit ton of stuff with coding and hacking, and me with my exceptional revenge skills that have only improved over the years, came up with an idea that will most likely get Orman fired and Amelia expelled.
"I hacked into the Ukrainian firewall, what do you think?" He mumbles and I roll my eyes at his attitude.
"I don't know, you seem pretty limited sometimes," I mumble response and I see his head turning to glare at me before he shuts his laptop and starts to stand up.
"No, no, wait, I'm sorry. I apologise. You aren't limited, you're very talented in your coding abilities and I know can do anything," I blurt out frantically and Kaya who's sitting next to me, scrolling through her phone, starts laughing.
Charlotte, who sits on the other side of me, playing with my hair, laughs softly too. "Come on, Dallas, that seems pretty genuine to me," She says sweetly and he turns to look at her and only her. After a second, his shoulders rise and fall as he sighs but moves to sit back on the floor.
He's whipped for her. It's so fucking funny and I try my hardest not to laugh at it.
"You want me to do what again?" He sighs, pulling up shit on his computer that I cannot comprehend in my small brain, but I keep looking at it anyway.
"Set the Polaroid photo to Orman's background on his laptop during the assembly," I repeat.
Luca came up with the idea to get Dallas to set it as his background during class, but I took it a bit further and suggested to do it during the assembly since they project the slideshows off his laptop.
I told them what happened in the common room later that night, and everyone was so shocked and Oliver got even madder than I was about it. He said it was because he couldn't rant to me about shit he overheard in his Good Behaviour class for a whole week, so he had to write it down to remind himself after my detention is over.
Today, my detention starts at 4 pm, so I have a bit of time to waste before, and I want to waste it by plotting the demise of the fuckheads that got me into it.
"That's easy as fuck, are you serious?" I can basically feel the roll of his eyes and I suppress the urge to slap him so hard his eyes fall out of their sockets because then he definitely won't do it.
"I'll take that as a yes," I grumble.
"Do you have a photo of the Polaroid?" He asks, typing in things that I'm nearly certain aren't part of the English lexicon.
"Yeah," I mumble, pulling out my phone and sending him the photo that Luca took of the Polaroid last night and sent to me before sticking it back under the desk.
