"This project is unlike the others. It has nothing to really do with history, except the history of your partners family. You will each be making a family tree for your partner. Except, it goes by cliques, not family. Are they popular, or not? Who are their friends?"
"Yours should be easy, you only have Jackie." he mumbles.
"It's Julia. The only tough part about yours is finding out which ones like you for you and which ones like your for popularity points." I retort and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"So, Mr. Roberts, do we have to actually go to each other's houses?" he asks, and Mr. Roberts nods.
"Yes, you actually do. Unless you would like to work somewhere else, but only a part of this project will be done in school. And that is today's portion." he says, "You have thirty minutes left of class, start telling your partner the names of your friends."
"What if this project makes me uncomfortable?" I ask,
"Why? Because you only have one friend?"
"No, because my partners a douche." I respond.
"You guys are juniors, start acting like it and not like my seven year old." the teacher states, going back to his desk. We both sit there in silence,
"You may not give a shit about your grades, but not all of us can get a free ride to college because we play football. So, if we could pass this project, it'd be great."
"Fine." he grabs out his phone and opens Notes, writing the name Julia in it and turning his phone off. "I'm done."
"Okay, lemme see." I say, writing down the name Ethan.
"Don't forget Jake, Jack, Nate, and Alex and Josh and Noah and Mark and Stephanie and --"
"There's not even a Stephanie in our grade."
"Yeah, she's a freshman, and damn she's hot." he says, and I roll my eyes, only adding Jake and Jack on the paper because they're probably his only real friends. "You're missing some, princess."
"What makes you call me princess?"
"We all know your dad spoils you because you're an only child with your mom and you live in this huge house with the fanciest cars." he says, and I bite my bottom lip shaking my head.
"My dad left us, you idiot. The house? It's my grandmothers. The cars, my mom, a drunk, works at a dealership, but I don't even have a car."
"So all your stuff is hand-me-downs from your fucked up family?" he asks and I look at him in disbelief. I knew he was a jackass but I didn't think he was his bad. "Here's my number, unfortunately. I have football practice this afternoon so I'll just FaceTime you later to finish this. You do have an iPhone, right? Or is it a flip phone?"
"It's an iPhone." I respond, packing up my stuff.
"Did your dad work at Apple? Or was it a hand-me-down, too?"
"Fuck off." I roll my eyes and we sit for the rest of class, not making any kind of contact.
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"It's not that bad. It's Grayson fucking Dolan, he's hot." Julia tries to console me. I couldn't argue at that, he is probably the hottest guy in school. He actually takes care of his hair, his jawline is structured so perfectly, his smile and laugh is pretty cute and his eyes are a perfect mix of hazel and green, his body is very muscular and it's not fair. Let's not forget about Ethan, he's just as good looking.
"It is that bad when you hate him and he hates you! He's such a douchebag! He calls me princess because my dad spoils me and I have a big house and good cars. Then, I explained my whole thing to him and he said 'so it's all hand-me-downs from your fucked up family'?"
"Wow, he's not that bad to me."
"When do you talk to him?" I ask and she shrugs.
"We pass in the hallways, and parties. He's pretty nice, well, if he likes you."
"And he fricken loves everyone except for me. Even freshmen are loved by him and he drives me crazy." I groan and she looks at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "If you suggest one more time that I like him, I will never talk to you again."
"Jesus, I won't mention it."
"It's not true, you know how much I hate him." I respond. "It irks me."
"Don't say that word, stop." she shakes her head. She hates the word irk, why? I don't really know. But, I say it to bother her when she gets annoying. "Need a ride home?"
"No, I took the car from my mom so she can't go get more alcohol." I respond, "She probably found a way, though."
"Maybe you should put her into rehab..."
"Every time she is sober I tell her, she insists she doesn't have a problem."
"Maybe that's your problem; ask her and bring her when she's drunk." she says and I shake my head, "Um....remember when you had a crush on Grayson?"
"That was only half a year in the seventh grade, he found out I liked him and called me an 'ugly piece of crap he would never date' and then asked out my cousin? Yes, I fucking remember and don't need a reminder." I groan,
"Wow, he is a douche."
"Thank you." I sigh in relief, she always says he's bad, but not as bad as I make him out to be. No, he's worse. "See you at practice."
"Oh, yes, our four hour practice. So excited." we go different ways and I quickly drive home.
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