It's Complicated

Chapter 3

Abrielle's POV

When I get home, I fall on my bed and cry for a solid 5 minutes. Tyler Grayson is in my class. English, Humanities, Maths, Science, LOTE, he's there. I actually want to jump off a cliff right now. Why? Why me? Why am I the one who's put in a class with their worst enemy? Especially what happened this morning in form room. I thought I would die of embarrassment. All the bad memories start flooding in. I thought being in his class for most of my primary school years was enough. Now I have to see his blond, wavy, styled hair with a few strands falling down, and his vivid, bright blue eyes, and his very structured jawline, and his really nice smile nearly every single day. Wait, did I just describe him like that? He's still freaking ugly...

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Maths is first period. I don't really hate maths. It's okay as long as you have a good teacher and you understand the work. Last year I was literally drowning in the unit, percentages. I hate percentages. I can never seem to understand it. The teacher even gave me a modified percentages test, which I got 68% on. Dad nearly killed me when I told him that day. I even hate that little percent sign. Every time I see it, I want to gag. It's a bit difficult for me to walk around in the mall. I always have to run to the toilet every time I see something like '50% OFF FOOTWEAR!'. I'm joking, it's not that severe.

Our new maths teacher, Mrs Tiera starts talking like an army officer. "LISTEN UP STUDENTS! My name is Mrs Tiera and you may call me only that and nothing else. I expect 100% of you." I had to cover my mouth to hide my gag. "That means homework, school work, organization and behaviour." I sigh. Mrs Tiera is a psycho teacher. My eyes dart around the room, looking for something to distract me from Mrs Tiera's loud voice. I see Tyler the twat on the other side of the room, reading his textbook. What a jerk. While I'm looking at him, his friend Alex notices me looking at him, taps Tyler's shoulder and points to me. I quickly look away, avoiding eye contact with him.

Olivia elbows me. "Hey, why are you staring at Tyler? I thought you hated him huh."

I turn to her with my mouth hanging open. "Are you serious Olive? No way!"

"Whatever you say Abs." She winks at me. 

I sigh in annoyance. "Seriously Olivia. Go back to the olive tree."

"Why don't you go back and workout your abs?" She snaps back. 

I laugh. My friends and I have seriously weird and complicated inside jokes. Well our nicknames for each other are not that complicated. They're similar to our names. Olivia is Olive, Christina is Chimp, Nikki is Nitpick and I'm Abs. But that's still weird.

10 minutes to the bell, Mrs Tiera gives us homework. Christina, Olivia, Nikki and I look at each other in shock. The first lesson of maths we get homework?!  We worked our butts off with about 30 questions from the textbook, and now you're giving us homework?! On the first lesson?!

Mrs Tieri hands out a worksheet, actually it was more of a test as homework. I nearly fainted."This is due next lesson which is period 3 Wednesday. Which is tomorrow." She announces to the class. Tomorrow?! How am I going to finish this 'till TOMORROW?! I have basketball practise that ends at 6:00pm, have a shower, eat dinner and watch Futurama (priorities)! AND today is English homework night! Not maths! We're only supposed to get homework once everyday from ONE subject! I hate this school.

"But miss! It's not our homework night!" Jackson Hebrew yells.

"Do I care?! No! Now just do the homework!" Mrs Tiera shots back.

"You've got to be joking miss!" Daniel Geyer moans.

"Does it look like I'm joking?!" She shouts at him. Poor Daniel, I think he went a bit deaf.

"But miss, how can we do this all by tomorrow?! This is like 6 pages!" Olivia cries.

She slams our desk. "I was in the army for 5 years. Do you think I didn't get 2 hours of homework each night? Well I did! And I did it! So can you!" Well that explains the loud voice.

Olivia and I look at each other in confusion. Homework in the army? What does that involve? 20 burpies and 50 sit ups? She should have been a P.E teacher.

I catch Tyler shaking his head and complaining to his friends. They're all like four minions, all agreeing with each other and making a fuss. "Oh my god, you're looking at him again!" Nikki says from the other table behind me. 

I quickly turn to her and shake my head. "Um no I wasn't! I was looking at the... the clock!"

"Dumb abs, the clock's at the front wall." Christina laughs.

I look away, embarrassed. "Um, well I thought it was there..."

"Sure, sure. You're in love Abs! With your 'worst enemy'! I smell a love-hate feeling!" Olivia smirks and raises her eyebrows at me.

"I'm not in love with Titty (Yes, Titty is Tyler's code name don't ask) and it's a hate-hate feeling." I correct them.

"Ha ha ha, what you said came out so funny!" Christina giggles.

I give up arguing when the bell goes. I stare at Tyler for 5 seconds, imagining myself punching him. What a cool vision! Looking at him, he's pretty tall, like 6'2 or something. I'm around 5'5, so you could imagine the height difference. Would we make a cute couple? What the hell is wrong with me, why am I even thinking that, no freaking way in hell we would. When will 'Tyler x Abrielle' ever end?