THIRTY-THREE| children are mirrors of their parents

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I ended up skipping my last two classes– chemistry and art. I had to mentally prepare myself to even look in Grayson's eyes. I'm still tutoring that ass after school because he needs more help than anyone I know. I don't know why I'm so nervous to see him, I'm pissed the fuck off at him for many reasons, but I'm nervous.

The bell rang signaling that I'm late, again, to cooking. I was right outside the door but I didn't open it right away. Why the fuck did I let that ass Harry convince me into doing this shit?! Why the hell didn't I fight harder to never go to school?! I inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. Walking into the classroom, chef Baker was talking about pan sizes and what not. She turned to me abruptly.

"Why're you late?" Baker asked.

I sat next to Blair at our table. "Don't start with me, at least I'm here."

Chef Baker acted as if she didn't even hear me. Whatever, that bitch is just another one of these annoying ass teachers that I'm starting to fucking hate.

"Someone's on the grumpier side today," Blair mumbled to me. "Maybe if you weren't so busy with your new poor boy, you'd be on time."

"His name is Wyatt and leave him the fuck alone," I growled.

"Oh, so Wyatt Cooper's the new and disapproved update? That boy is the poorest s.o.b in school! He's a major drug dealer and not even the cool kind! He's ugly in every way possible and you found an interest in that?" Blair asked. "He sounds like a charm."

I rolled my eyes at her and crossed my arms. "You're the devil."

"Oh really? I didn't think you believed in that type of stuff," she mumbled back.

"I don't, but if I did, you'd be the devil. Rotten, right to the core," I growled.

"Blair Adiar and Erin Wellers. You do know you are partners, right? Your grade is your partners grade, your fail is your partners fail. Now shut up or get out. I've had about enough of you both for this semester," said chef Baker.

Blair huffed. "Fine."

"Bite me," I growled.

Baker clapped her hands together and turned her attention to the entire class, rather than just the devil and his wife. "We have an upcoming project due! This is the last project of the semester and will count as a final grade. Christmas break is in a week, which is how long you've got for this project to be completed."

Mumbles and groans surrounded the room. I'm not doing this shit, Blair'll do it.

"Now, now!" Baker said in attempt of shushing everyone. "I will assign you a day of the week your project has to be done and we will celebrate."

"Celebrate?" Blair asked.

Baker smiled. "That's right, celebrate. Everyone pick a country, other than America of course, and make us the greatest festival ever! You may include all desserts such as cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and what not."

"Gross," I groaned.

Chef Baker turned to me. "Yes, cookies. Do you not like cookies, Erin?"

"I don't like you, this class, or cooking. So no, Chef Baker, I don't like cookies," I growled.

"Everyone, choose a country and come tell me. I'll assign your day of the week. No duplicates," said Baker as she ignored me.

Everyone started to chatter and smile about this dumb-ass project. Why're we even going this? We only have six people in this class, it's so fucking stupid. Blair groaned and I rolled my eyes at her.

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