Your POV
I sigh slowly while making my way to my desk.
I HATE SCHOOL. I HATE THIS CLASS. I HATE THIS PROJECT. I mentally scream.
Why was I forced to be partners with Shawn Mendes.
Well I wouldn't consider us partners because I really only do all the work and he just sits around watching me.
Sometimes if I'm lucky he won't even show up. At least then I won't have to hear his fuck boy comments or constantly feel eyes burn through my back.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by books slamming onto the desk next to me.
Look who decided to show up.
"Listen up y/n you and your pretty self better have that project done by tomorrow or both out grades are gonna suffer, and I need a good grade so I can play hockey, so get working." He cockily says.
I scoff loudly. "Well this project would be done already if you just help me instead of flirting at every girl you see." I yell
"Aww baby girl are you jealous?" He mocks.
"Jealous of what...all the STDs your'e gonna get?" I mock back.
He just scoffs and walks away leaving me to Finnish this project alone.
Great.
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