Mated to the Rogue *DISCONTINUED*

S I X

I woke up sweating. Not the best way to start your day, I can tell you that. It was only the middle of April and the heat was already starting to go up. That, and I had two layers of blankets on top of me.

I jumped into the shower, not bothering to preheat the water. The cool drops felt refreshing on my sticky skin.

I got out relatively quick because to add to the already not-so-great day, today was Monday. And that meant another day in hell- I mean school. Sorry, I get those two mixed up quite a bit.

I decided on a gray shirt that said "fries before guys", denim shorts, and I navy and red flannel ties around my waist. I blow-dried my hair and brought my stuff downstairs.

I popped a bagel into the toaster and took the cream cheese out of the fridge. Now that I have food, today might not be so bad after all.

~*~

Today is going to shit. Let's start from the beginning:

I arrived at school in a good mood, for once in my life. I don't know what it was, maybe the sun decided to cast a little light on my soul today or something. I even got to class early, and I was all ready to learn until Mr. Ford uttered the words I'd been dreading to hear.

"Ok Class, I'm going to pass back your quizzes now."

With that, everyone stopped talking. I don't think anyone did well on this quiz. Except for Claire, of course. She was extremely hard working and always paid attention to the monotone, boring voice of the teacher. I usually did too, but the one day I was out of it, he decided to give a test.

He went down the row, slapping the papers on everyone's desk. Looks like he's in a grumpy mood, which is nothing out of the ordinary.

When he reaches my desk, he has a deep frown on his face and his eyes are hard. I guess he expected me to do well, like every other time. Shaking his head slightly, he roughly sets the paper down on the desk, facing down.

I gulp. Please don't be too bad, please don't be too bad. I close my eyes and flip the paper over. Peeking one eye open, I glance to the red number at the top of the page. As soon as it registers in my mind, my eyes brows fly up and one hand comes to cover my mouth. Shit.

A three out of twenty?!? There has to be a mistake. Looking over the red notes on the page I realize that, no, I really did fail my first test.

The rest of class was pretty mundane. We went over the test, and then did some more reading in the texts books. Ugh. The weird thing about me is I can read for hours without stopping if it's a book I like. If it's a textbook, 30 seconds in and my eyelids are already starting to droop.

After class, I hung around until all the other students had left to talk to Mr. Ford. He doesn't like kids, but for some reason, he still chose to become a teacher. I think he likes bossing his students around more that he likes teaching them.

I approached his desk and waited for him to look up, rolling and unrolling my test to keep my fingers busy.

"May I help you, Ms. Mathews? " He kept his head down, still scribbling away at the paperwork in front of him.

"Uh... Yes, actually," I start a little uncertainly. "I was wondering if I could do any extra credit to lift my grade up?"

"Oh yes. You were one of the..." he paused, looking revolted, "...students who didn't pass the test, I presume?"

I nodded wordlessly. Mr. Ford wasn't big on extra credit, but what else was I supposed to do? I valued education, and even if college wasn't planned for the near future I still wanted a shot if I ever had the chance. This F was going to severely impact my GPA, and not in a good way.