Fate;)

Chapter 13

*After class*

"Are you okay," Robert asks empathetically.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I know Rita's in our class now, and I know that Rita hates you, so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Well, at least, Rita's not going to be in our science class," I sighed.

"I know, thank god. Or else, I would've tried to get my schedule changed."

"Then we wouldn't have any classes," I sadly say.

"But you never know, I may end up in all your classes."

"Yeah, but science wouldn't be the same without you."

Footsteps approach. Rita.

"So Robbie. The Valentine's Dance is coming up and... Would you like to go with me?"

"Umm. No. I'm going with Sara."

"Oh my god. Just dump her already. Can't you see that you belong with me, not her. She looks like a rat,"

"No, you're the rat. I mean, you're not ugly, but...You know...I don't like you. At least, not anymore."

"But, I listen to Taylor Swift too--"

"Bye, Rita," Robert says, walking away, while dragging me along.

"What's your next class?" I ask.

"Technology, you?"

"Same."

"Who do you have?" Robert asks.

"Ms. Ari," we say in unison.

"Fate," Ava declares, as she walks by.

Robert gives me a puzzled face.

"Oh don't worry, she's always like that." Robert nods.

"Well, off to Ms. Ari's class."

"Yes, off to her class."

*Tech class*

"Hi Class, I'm Ms. Ari, the new tech teacher. I'm sorry about Ms. Richards."
"Hi, Ms.Ari," everyone said in unison.

"What's today's assignment?" A girl calls out.

"Well, I'm glad you asked, our first assignment is....Award certificate!"

"Woo hoo!" A boy called out.

"Hold the excitement, I've decided that you can work in pairs, but don't go overboard with all the talking," Ms. Ari reminds.

"What about the directions?" I ask.

"I was just about to get to that," Ms. Ari called out. "Sara here, is going to pass out the directions. Since, this room isn't big enough for a projector."

Ms.Ari hands me a stack of papers.

"I told you not to blurt," Robert joked.

"Shut up, and pass these down."

Robert takes them and passes them down.

*After 30 minutes*

"Ms.Ari, Robert and I are done!"

"Already?"

"Yeah, I guess we make a good team."

"Well, if you guys got done that quickly then you guys are a good team. I'm coming over to check."

Robert and I high five.

Ms.Ari comes by with a clipboard.

"Let see you have the signature....," she mumbled to herself. "Good job, it looks really good. I like how you forced Robert to do a certificate for Taylor Swift."

"Actually, Ms.Ari, he does like Taylor Swift."

"Haha," Ms.Ari laughs, walking away.

"Well that was mean of her," Robert says, feeling judged.

"Don't worry about what others think."

"Thanks, Sara."

"No problem, what's your next class?"

"I have....Art. You?"

"Uh...Math."

"Well, see you then," he says, giving me a hug.

*Robert's POV*

I run up the stairs, hoping I don't run into Rita. I take a turn, and walk forward to art room, seeing Mrs. Belinda.

"Hey, Robert," Mrs. Belinda cheerfully greets.

"Hey," I say, walking in.

I walk in, waving to Oliver, Will, and Tyler.

"Hey, dudes."

"Hey, man," Will greets.

"Look who's coming your way, man," Oliver warns.

"Oh my god! Out all the people that I hate, she had to join our class!"

"But I thought you liked Rita?" Tyler teases.

"Well, I got over her."

"Heyyy, Robbie."

"Don't call me 'Robbie'!"

"Okay, fine. I have something to tell you."

"What?!"

"At the dance, I thought you would want to know, I'm exposing you--Your secret, I mean."

"What? How do you have proof."

"You know what my mother says, "It's always good to have proof, before confession," Rita smirks. "I have a copy of the school's camera footage on this flash drive."

"You wouldn't--"

"You know what they say actions speak louder than words."

"I guess you were more eviler than I thought. Sara was right not to like you."

"Excuse me?!"

I walk away, smiling.

"Our big boy is growing up," Will teased.

"What're you going to tell Sara?" Tyler asked.

"Nothing, I'm going to stop Rita before she can even press enter on the keyboard."

"We'll see about that," Rita deviously says, walking to her table.