Valentina ✔

7. I Don't Buy That Sensitive Crap

"Valie, wake up! We're gonna be late for Home Ec!" Meryl yelled in my ear, causing me to fall off my bed.

"Oww! Could you at least tell it to me in a whisper?" I begged.

"To late. Now get in that bathroom and get ready!" she insisted, pushing me to the bathroom.

I came out of the bathroom feeling a bit more relaxed than usually. I slipped on my wig and put it into a side braid. I took out my contacts and placed them on my eyes. Since today was a friday, I got to wear my usual clothes: a plain, white tee,    high-waisted shorts, black tights, an aztec-printed cardigan and black boots. The shirt showed off my dad's name I tattooed on the back of my neck. I hoped no one notices it.

Meryl looked very casual: a floral printed crop top, blue acid washed high waisted jeans, and beige smoking flats. Janelle came in the room and dressed similar to Meryl except she wore normal jeans and had a beanie.

"Look who looks gorgeous!" Janelle squealed.

I gave her a weary smile as we grabbed out bags and headed out the door.

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"You each have assigned partners that I have chosen for all of you," Mrs. Phillip said, "No complains or whinings or you are out of my class."

Assigned partners? Sounds interesting... NOT! The fact that I have the class with the most annoying people ever -including Tyler- who just sometimes make my day worse. I haven't talked to Tyler ever since our little encounter two nights ago. He's been acting a little distant and sad to everyone. As much as Gabriella tried to talk to him, he ignored her. I felt bad for her.

"Miss Janelle Garcia and Mr. Holland," Mrs. Phillips began naming the teams.

Janelle shook when she named her with Derek. He was her biggest crush ever before she met Drey. I could see the both of them look nervous before getting together.

"Miss Samuels and Mr. Johnson."

You're going to lose your money on repairs. Trust me, you're making a mistake.

"Mr. Thompson and Miss Gabriella Garcia,"

I could hear Drey's heart beat faster when she named him with Gabriella. Janelle gave him a 'Don't-mess-with-my-sister' look. Mrs. Phillips named a few more people until Tyler's name was called.

"Mr. Antonelli and Miss Bianchi."

Why me? Why me?! There were a bunch of other girls in this class and she just had to pick me! These teachers are crazy!

"All right then, let's get started!" she said cheerfully.

3 whole hours, with Tyler. Kill me now!!!

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"We will start off by baking an Apple Pie. Every one has to wear an apron and no long sleeves so roll them up. If you are wearing a cardigan, you might as well take it off." Mrs. Phillips declared. I slowly started taking off my cardigan, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Some of the guys were whistling and Mrs.Philips lashed out at them and gave them a lecture of how this wasn't a strip show. I placed my cardigan on a table, grabbed an apron, and walked back to my station to see Tyler staring at me in awe.

"What?" I asked him.

"N-nothing. It's just that, you look really pretty today." he said, stuttering.

"Thanks," I replied happily.

We continued working until the bell rang for us to take a break. Everyone in class ran out, leaving me and Tyler alone. I continued rolling the dough, until a pair of hands landed on mine.