Something Stupid

¨You couldn't see what I was made of after watching all those videos?¨

The next morning I woke up, completely exhausted, but ready for the week since it'd be a busy one. What senior year week isn't busy though?

I had practiced with Lane and Chris yesterday for about three hours and they were seriously good. They thought I was good? They were better, believe me.

Lance had emailed everyone who made it into Round Two their topics. I got global warming, but my side was against it. Against it! I hated being against things I was for. He did this on purpose.

I fixed myself a cup of coffee in my to-go mug thing, thankful that in New Hampshire it didn't get unbearably hot in the summer months. That would've been drastic for me and my coffee loving self.

¨Damn it!¨ I yelled, as I tripped down the only messed up wooden plank on the front porch stair way. Coffee had come out lid since I'd been drinking it and splashed over the front of my shirt.

Ah, the sweet smell of Monday.

The liquid was burning my chest and I set my stuff down outside before rushing back inside the house. I was opening the door when I heard laughing.

I turned around, automatically looking at Lance's house to find him doubled over, laughing his ass off. This would happen in front of an audience.

I rolled my eyes, before deciding to try to keep this Monday positive. I couldn't have a bad outlook on today, it'd just ruin all my productivity.

Saying this, I am most definitely not letting Lance off the hook.

I walked back into the house and ran upstairs to change. I quickly decided on a cardigan and tank top since it was supposed to rain today.

I ran back outside and headed off to school, drinking the coffee I had left. I wasn't going to let it go to waste, that's for sure.

After making it to French class with three minutes to spare, I closed my eyes and went through all my day's agenda. Debate planning, French vocab revision, review any notes taken throughout the day. Maybe I should drink another cup of coffee when I get home.

Yes. Definitely.

¨Hey,¨ Lance said to me, doing the ¨boy-nod¨ as he walked past me to his desk.

I just looked at him, not bothering to answer.

¨You heard me laughing this morning, didn't you?¨ He asked, after a beat.

¨Yep.¨ I respond easily, still staring straight ahead.

¨I'm sorry, it's just, the timing, when does that ever happen? Never. I had to laugh. I'm sorry. Are you okay?¨ I looked at him. He looked sincere enough.

¨I'm fine.¨

¨Cool,¨ he said, leaning back. ¨So, did you do the story translation this weekend?¨

¨The what?¨ I asked, whipping my head back, freaking out internally.

¨Just kidding,¨ Lance said, winking at me.

¨I hate you.¨ I replied, turning back around, once again rolling my eyes at him.

Our French teacher walked in, carrying stacks of paper. She was struggling to close the door with her arms so full before Lance got up to take some of the load off her hands.

¨Thank you, my dear!¨ She exclaimed. ¨You young people are always so alive!¨

¨Um, thank you?¨ Lance responded, unsure if it was a compliment or not.

He set her papers on her desk, making it even messier than it was before. I had no idea how she could cope.

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