What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 8

Stella's POV:

It was truly the perfect weekend. Friday, Logan came back into my life, Saturday, we went to the Aquarium where his mom now works and had lunch, and Sunday, we stayed in, watching movies all day. But today was Monday, meaning school. I pulled up in front of Kyland's house and sent her a text.

From Stells:

I'm here!

"Back seat." I motioned with my thumb to Logan.

"What? Alright alright." He got out and went in the back of my dark blue Mustang. Kyland ran down her front steps and slid into the front seat. She turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Ian will just meet us at school. He already got a ride," She smiled.

When we got to school, I parked my car and we got out just as the first bell rang. Kyland and Ian said goodbye and went to their first period.

"Who's your first period? I have Michaels," I asked Logan.

"Same!! Woo!" He cheered, pulling me along. We barely made it into class on time and just as i opened the door, Ms. Michaels sighed extra loud.

"Nice of you to show up for once," She sneered at me, taking no notice to Logan behind me.

"Only for you Lisa," I said sarcastically. I took my seat in the back and Logan took the one next to me.

"Well, don't you think you're invinsible cause you're a Senior and you're so cool. Well, let's see how you do on the quiz."

"Well I would, but you see I wasn't here on Thursday when you taught us this..."

"Your fault. Not mine,"She cut me off, waving for me to join her up front. I slid out of my seat and my Vans squeaked as i made my way up front.

"What would you say if i said: Sei uno studente terribile ." She did not just say i was terrible at this!

"Grazie. Ho imparato da te. (Thanks, i learned from you). Now if you excuse me, i have somewhere better to be than here with you bitching at me. Yes i am a Senior, so that means as soon as i leave, i'm done with your stupid ass." I turned and went to the door, but stopped to add one more thing. "Oh and by the way, this whole year you said i was stupid and would never learn Italian...Look at my name. I speak it fluently." And with that i marched out of class with my pride on my shoulder. Remember when i said i had an attitude and the teachers didn't like me? Michaels was the worst!! I didn't need her anyways. I spoke fluent Italian without her.

**Thanks for reading, i hope you like it so far :) **