Haley's POV -
Why is he such an awkward fucknugget? Sal and I said goodbye and I walked up the stairs to science. Yay, I can't wait for that old wrinkly rasberry to lecture me about missed assignments. I walked over to my pal's locker. I immediently spotted a fluffy yellow dog faced bag. "Ayy lmao," I leaned against the lockers.
"Hold on," Ashley said as she finished gathering her books. She closed her locker and we walked to science. We walked into the classroom and sat in our seats, which conveniently, were right next to each other. As Mr. Mester rambled on and on about machinery, I was doodling in my sketch book. A hand reached over and pointed to my doodle, "Woah, that's really cool, did you do that?" an enthusiastic voice came from my left.
"Uh, yeah," I raised an eyebrow and laughed nervously at the other guy who sits next to me, Anthony. I looked over to Ashley to see what she was doing, but she was just taking notes. Way to fucking go, I see taking notes makes you a star student, do you want a sticker? I shrugged and continued doodling.
"Haley?" A voice called out. Great, it was the four-eyed rasberry lump of a human. "Did you ever turn in that lab worksheet? I pulled out my folder, pretending to look through my papers as if I had the assignment. As I continued to look for another 2 minutes, she walked over, "Did you find it? I shook my head no. "Well if it isn't here by tomorrow, it's a zero. You have to be more responsible and mindful of your own papers," the sporkish rasberry walked up. 'Lmao fuck off m8,' I thought to myself. The bell finally rang so everyone packed up and raced to the doors.
