Overtime (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 5

I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him. She came alone, got him alone, and let’s hear the applause. She took him faster than you can say sabotage.

“Seriously, can I just tell you how much I hate Mr. Cheney?” Trinity says as we walk out of Biology.

“Please enlighten me,” I reply sarcastically. Trinity’s such a valley girl sometimes.

“That test is fucking huge!” Trinity exclaims in exasperation.

Sometimes I seriously think everyone in this world is out to get me. Mr. Cheney is our Chemistry teachers, and he just gave us a finals-like test. Okay, maybe not as big as finals, but it counts for 15% of our grade. I hate Chemistry. Words cannot describe how much I despise the subject. Part of it has to do with the fact that I suck at it. That, and Geometry are my wink links. So, you can imagine how thrilled I was at the prospect of spending hours of my day sitting in my room reading the same shit over and over again.

“There goes my grade,” Kristen says, catching up with us.

Chemistry is the only period besides lunch that we all have together. Kristen and I have Geometry and Gym together, while Trinity and I only have French together.

“Tell me about it. He’s just mad because his wife is totally sleeping with Mr. Munroe.”

“Whoa, Trin. Slow down. What?” Kristen asks.

I slow up my steps to hear what Trinity says.

“Jenna saw them kissing at the Starbucks down the street.”

“How does she know what his wife looks like?” I question.

“His wife sponsors the cheer team and is always coming to watch them.”

I roll my eyes. This school is so pathetic even the teachers have drama.

“Well, it looks like I have no choice but to study during this period, then. I can’t just blow this test,” I tell them.

“Good luck, Brin,” Trinity says, crushing me with a hug. Kristen reaches in for one, too.

“Have fun,” Kristin adds.

“I do what I want,” I fire back jokingly. She laughs and splits from Trinity. I continue down the hallway and up the stairs to the library.

I absolutely hate having my free period after only two classes because it usually doesn’t do me much good. I usually spend it on the internet on the computers in the library because I don’t have any other work to do. It’s always really empty when I come in here because most kids who have a free period have theirs in the afternoon where it’s actually useful.

I set up my little station on the table. Pens, pencils, highlighters, notebook, and my Chemistry textbook.

Within the first forty minutes, I know I’m screwed. I’m forced to re-read almost every page because of my lack of focus. I’m reading the page without even understanding what half of it means. I actually feel myself start to doze off before Tanner’s voice awakens me.

“Hey, Blondie,” he says casually, throwing me a coy smile.

My eyes turn to slits. “You’re everywhere I look now.”

His smile widens. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I watch him pull up a chair from across the table. I keep my eyes narrowed, but don’t say anything.

“Why the sour look?” He asks, giving me a fake pout that looks totally adorable.

“Because I suck at Chemistry…” I cover my face with my hands so he can’t see how frustrated I am. How embarrassing. “And I’m gonna fail my class.”