Theoretically impossible

1. Crush or get crushed

There is absolutely no way someone can find this interesting. Why are we here talking about finance when all I want to do is sleep. Economics class is so boring, the fact that I slept for only 5 hours doesn't help either.

I look at the clock, another 15 minutes before break. I look to my left where my best friend Carla is sitting and I see her scrolling on her phone. 'Bro you know if you get caught they'll take your phone away' I say. 'You're so paranoid, what are they gonna do? They'll punish me? Fuck them anyway. I could be doing way better things than sitting here watching this bald man teaching us about money. Bet he studied for ages just to earn minimum wage' she scoffs.
She's probably right, but that's just how things work isn't it?

Carla is a model, she had done a couple of beauty contests and is signed to a modelling agency. She has no problem getting guys, but she has been dating this one Italian dude for years. She's not very humble I have to say. She says whatever is on her mind, which is why I like her so much.

It's finally break time. I go to the bench our friend group usually sits. Alex is already there waiting on me and Carla. I would say that Alex is more Carla's friend. I personally don't like him that much, but he keeps hanging with us. The main reason is because Carla likes drama and Alex has a lot going on. Who knew a guy like that could get so many bitches? Well Carla knows all about it, that's what they usually talk about.

The remaining of our friends arrive. Two girls who have not a clue in the world. One talks too much, the other has an annoying voice. This is all Carla's opinion of course, but I find them quite nice. How did this group even become a thing? Carla has a way of bringing people together. I swear on the days she's absent, the group just stays silent and we talk about absolutely nothing.

At some point in time I thought Alex had a crush on Carla, which was 100% true. He knew she had a boyfriend and yet he still kept hitting on her, after all that's the kind of guy he is. He tried it with everyone in the friend group, thank god I have some standards and didn't give in but I couldn't say the same about his ex girlfriend's who just accepted the fact that's he was constantly cheating on them.

Carla is the only one who knows everything about me. She knows I don't get along with guys. Although I must say I do have quite some crushes. Three to be specific, but guess what. They're all douchebags, obviously I have a type. Usually it's the popular guys that I like, you know the ones who you think look so pretty, but then they turn out to be the ugliest people on the inside. Oh, and don't get me started on Ares he's literally the worst of them all. How could god give this beauty to such an asshole.

The break is only  minutes long so it passes rather quickly. When I hear the bell I take my backpack and go to class. French class, great. I speak French, but let me tell you those lessons are so boring. 

I get a message and look at my phone. 

'Why are you texting me I'm right next to you', I say while looking at her.

'We are going, and you don't have a say in this', she whispers.

She can't be serious. Every year she tries to persuade me to go to this party. You know the one where when you try to go to the bathroom you see students give eachother std's. 

'Well I'm not trying to get chlamydia so I think I'll pass', I answer.

She's visibly upset. 'It's your last year you might aswell get one', she laughs.

How mature, yeah let me get an std cause it's my last year. As if it's a reward.

'Just think about it, you know who will be there', she says and winks at me.

I know exactly who she's talking about. She always jokes about it, but it's not even funny. He's so mean unless he needs something from you.