This class is so boring.
It’s painful.
No one talks, no one dares to mess with Mrs. Moore, and everyone is glued to their assignments like their lives depend on it. Seriously, what kind of nerdy hell have I landed myself in?
It’s so quiet in here, I can practically hear people breathing. I don't even know what we’re supposed to be doing right now because, well, I wasn’t exactly paying attention. And no way am I asking, “Excuse me, could you repeat the assignment?” Mrs. Moore would either give me that icy teacher look or launch into some lecture about paying attention. I can’t fail chemistry this year, though, or my dad will lose it.
I let out a sigh, leaning back, and glance at the guy next to me—the one with the brown hair and glasses. He’s so focused it’s actually irritating.
I sigh again, louder this time, hoping he’ll take the hint. Nope, nothing. Fine, I’ll just have to ask. Leaning over, I whisper, “Hey, can you tell me what exercise we’re supposed to do?”
He doesn’t even look up at first, just keeps writing like he’s in his own world. Then he turns his head, meeting my eyes. The sunlight catches his face, and his eyes flash this deep green that almost makes me pause.
“You never listen, do you?” he says, his tone flat.
“Can’t you just answer? It’s not a big deal,” I snap back, my patience slipping.
“Maybe if you showed some respect, you’d actually get an answer, dumbass,” he retorts, barely a glance in my direction before looking back down.
Dumbass? He called me a dumbass? This guy’s got nerve.
“You,fucking shut u—” I start, but before I can finish, Mrs. Moore’s voice cuts through the silence like a whip.
“Hey! What is going on in the back row?” she shouts, her gaze landing on both of us. “I won’t tolerate this behavior in my class! Detention for you too, Mr. Callahan!”
“Seriously?!” I throw my hands up, frustration boiling over. “I wasn’t even doing anything!
“Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut instead of egging him on, you wouldn’t be in this mess,” she snaps back, and the rest of the class shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting between us.
“Whatever,” I mutter, my fists clenched
I sink back into my seat, stifling a groan. Perfect. Detention. With this nerd.
“Fucking great,” he mutter under his breath, catching him shooting me a glare.
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As I shove my books into my bag, I roll my eyes at the thought of Mrs. Moore’s class. Chemistry wasn’t that bad,until the nerd and I got into it again. It's not like we threw punches, but the tension? Thick enough to choke on.
I shake it off. No point wasting my break thinking about it.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll to our group chat.
Drama Divas
Eleonore's doing, of course. I can almost hear her laughing as she typed the name. Typical.
me
Guys, I'll head for a smoke. Fucking chemistry destroyed my brains.
Diva Monster (E)
Where? Behind school? We’ll head over to you too!
Zay-siah the Wise (I)
Dude, I can smell that something bothers you.
me
Yeah, I just had fucking class with Mrs. Moore. That was hell.
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