He's The Bad Boy

Chapter Eight

I sat down next to Farkle as we walked into history. He pulled out his textbook and immediately started reading. I guess he really is studying ahead of time. Nerd. I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out of my pocket.

PJ- I'm in Mrs. Blanco's history class and I'm so bored.

I chuckled and saw that class didn't start for two minutes.

Me- I've got two minutes until MY history class starts.😇

PJ- YOU'RE lucky. Mrs. Blanco is so boring.😣

Me- I know, I fell asleep in her classes remember.

PJ- I think I might just have to do that too.

I laughed and the bell rang.

Me- My class is gonna start.

PJ- Nooooo! I'm so bored! Please keep texting!😲

Me- Bye PJ😄

I put my phone away as my teacher walked into the the classroom. Farkle shut his book and gave me a smile. I smiled back.

"Darby."

"Here."

"Farkle."

"Here and ready to learn!"

"Great Farkle! Maya."

"Here." I giggled from hearing Farkle answer

"Lucas."

Lucas isn't here. Surprise! He's always late. I rolled my eyes and the teacher mumbled something as she wrote on her paper.

"Okay, Greenland and Iceland. Farkle, what would you like to say about them?"

Farkle smiled.

"Iceland is not made of ice and Greenland is not made of a lot of grass." Farkle stated

Whaaaaaaaat?

"But it's called Iceland." I said confused

Farkle chuckled.

"They wanted to trick people into going there by their names, Maya." Farkle said

"Why?"

The teacher smiled at Farkle and then at me. She was to answer me when the classroom door swung open.

"Mr. Friar. You're late again. You have detention after school."

"But-"

"Sit down Mr. Friar, I'm teaching about Greenland and Iceland."

"Iceland's made of ice and Greenland is made of grass."

The teacher shook her head and the class laughed as Lucas stood there.

"Mr. Friar, that's why I'm teaching you that Greenland is not made of grass and Iceland is not made of ice. Sit down."

Lucas rolled his eyes and walked over to the seat next to me. Really? Ugh. Farkle tapped my arm and gave me a look and I just shrugged.

"People did not want to go to a place that's made of ice. That's why when they got there, they named it Greenland. They wanted to trick the people-"

"Why isn't Iceland made of ice?" Lucas asked

She snapped her head to look at Lucas. She gave him a glare as she walked out from behind her desk.

"Mr. Friar, why don't you raise your hand is you want to ask a question."