I Can't Make No Promises˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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BLAKE POV

"Looks like everyone's starting to head in," Dad said, glancing at the students gathering in front of the school.

I looked out the window, watching as more kids shuffled toward the entrance, their chatter and laughter a distant hum. "Yeah''

We sat in the Jeep, parked across the street from the school, finishing up our breakfast. Dad had picked up coffee and bagels from the café, and the warmth of the food was a comforting start to the day.

"Thanks for the breakfast, Dad. It's perfect," I said, taking a bite of my bagel.

Dad smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. "You're welcome. I figured you might appreciate a good start before the school day starts."

I nodded, enjoying the moment of calm before the usual chaos of school. It was nice having this time with him, just sitting together and sharing a quiet breakfast. It felt like our little routine, a brief pause before diving into the day's busyness.

A few more students began to head inside, and Dad checked his watch. "It's 8:35. You'd better get going."

I finished my coffee and gathered my things. "Yeah, I guess I should."

Dad leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head. "Have a good day, Blake. I'll see you later."

"Thanks, Dad. See you later," I replied, stepping out of the Jeep.

I got out of the car and watched him drive away, the familiar sight of his Jeep disappearing into the distance. With a deep breath, I turned and walked toward the school.

As entered the building, the regular security guard, gave me a nod and a quick "Morning, Blake," which returned with a slight nod of my own. continued down the hallway, the usual buzz of students around me, and walked into the classroom, heading straight for the back row, where Alex was already slouched in his seat. The place was a mess, and Miss Miller was up front, screaming her head off.

"Why's Miss Miller losing it?" I asked Alex as I dropped into the seat next to him.

He leaned in and muttered, "Riley and her minions were talking through her whole explanation. She's fed up with their bullshit."

Miss Miller's voice sliced through the noise. "You're all getting way too comfortable. This is why I'm picking your groups for this project!"

A wave of complaints erupted from the class. "Hush!" Miss Miller snapped. "I need everyone to pass this project. So, I'm going to pick your groups to make sure that happens."

Riley chimed in, her tone dripping with annoyance. "Why don't you just pass us then?"

Miss Miller's eyes flashed. "Everyone, get up and stand to the right side of the room. Now!"

Students grumbled and shuffled to the side. Miss Miller started assigning groups, her gaze sharp and no-nonsense. Alex leaned over, whispering with a grin, "Hopefully she lets us sit together. I don't like any of these mothers fuckers ."

I chuckled despite the situation. "Yeah, me neither."

Miss Miller finally finished her assignments. "These groups will help you with the project. This isn't permanent seating, but it's what we need for now."

I glanced at Alex, who was still wearing that grin. "Let's see how this plays out."

"Blake, Alex, Riley, and Gemma, you're all in the same group," Miss Miller announced.

Miss Miller finally finished assigning the groups and let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, get to work. I expect good results from all of you."

Riley rolled her eyes. "Seriously? This is gonna be a nightmare."