bitch.

2wo: homeroom

i sat in the middle of the classroom, the weight of my head resting in my hand as i looked around.

we had a half an hour home room before our classes would start. it's almost ten minutes through and the teacher was running late.

it was pure torture as the group around me tried to strike a conversation with me, but clearly i wasn't interested. i was just focused on thinking how the hell was i supposed to survive this when zayn was in a different classroom.

after we got our schedules, we compared our classes. we had a few together each day, but our tutor rooms (a.k.a home rooms) were totally different. while i was in 13E, zayn was in class 13A.

it was frustrating as wannabes surrounded me while my wingman was on the other side of the building.

the teacher finally decided to show up, and behind her were two familiar goofs, making ridiculous faces at her back. i bit my lip to stifle a laugh.

"right, guys," she turned to the class, only to find the two boys in the middle of thrusting their hips behind her. she glared at them, "boys! please do take your seat or so god help me," she huffed, staring at them with scary stony eyes.

"sorry ms. b," they raced their way to the back. i stuck my foot just in time to trip tom and make anthony fall on him. i chuckled under my breath as they cursed me. they slowly got up and when they saw me their jaws dropped.

"no fucking way," they chorused.

"boys!" 'ms. b' called out angrily. they both quickly sat in the empty seats in the last row. our form room teacher began taking attendance. when she called out my name, everyone turned to me like they've seen something awesome, it was so annoying.

"qamara quinn?" she scanned the room for her, but couldn't find her. "has anybody seen qamara?"

everyone else looked around, shaking their heads.

"i'm here," said a monotoned voice. she was just entering the classroom, taking her sweet time.

her caramel long hair fell around her studded leather jacket.

"ms. quinn, you're late," the teacher scolded.

"yeah, yeah," qamara rudely waved her off, making her way to the back of the class. ms. b sighed, shaking her head as she ticked off her name. "hey tweedle dum and tweedle dee," i heard her say from behind me.

"hey bitch."

i snickered at the two boys. no, they'll never change. and i'm 99.9 percent ok with that.

i heard a small giggle that sounded so cute and almost restrained. it made me look behind me to find qamara biting her lip and scrunching her nose in a way that made my stomach churn. she was sitting in between a satisfied looking pair of idiots, trying to control her lips from smiling. it felt like she rarely did that.

i was about to smile when she caught me looking and made a face. i quickly faced front, laughing through my nose. she looked like a constipated penguin when she tries to look angry. it was adorable.

pic of qamara up or to the side.. how was it?