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Chapter 3

Heavyn's POV

AP Biology. It’s a block period, meaning it takes up two periods, back to back. I know it’ll be my hardest class by far, but how bad could it really be? I took both AP Chemistry and AP Physics last year. Not to mention, AP US History, AP Statistics, and AP Calculus. Can you see why I made my senior year easy as possible?

Last year was so stressful. I don’t handle stress well. There were countless nights where I would sit there, staring at all of my homework and just sobbing. I didn’t even do well in my classes. I got straight C’s except for in AP Statistics and French 3. But since they were AP classes, they kept my GPA at an applaudable 3.5. But not even that made those classes worth it.

Not to mention, I only had two classes with Niall last year, French and lunch, because he doesn’t take hard classes.

He’s going to college for football. And football only.

The only person I really know in my AP Bio class is Hunter. As in Chance’s Hunter. He’s a freaking genius and I won’t be surprised if he manages to get valedictorian.

The teacher is a complete freak. Mr. Tart. He’s basically your stereotypical, crazy scientist. And, his room smells oddly like dead animals.

“Heavy-inn Holiday,” Mr. Tart called out, in the process of calling role.

“Heavyn. As in heaven,” I corrected. Why is it so impossible for people to pronounce my name? I know it’s not common, I will literally kiss the first person I meet who is also named Heavyn, but I feel like you should know better than to pronounce it Heavy-inn. Who the hell is named that?

“Heavyn,” Mr. Tart grinned, marking something on his role before continuing on.

Kill me now.

 “Liam Payne,” Mr. Tart called out. The kid next to me answered with a “here”.

I kind of know him from freshman year, we both did track. He was kind of quiet, not really saying much. I’ve had a few classes him over the years. Again, he was quiet.

Mr. Tart finished up roll and went around, handing out the syllabus for the year. I had my backpack up on the desk, the small pocket on my Jansport backpack open, as I texted Niall.

“He’s coming,” Liam muttered.

I managed to pull my hand out of my bag just as Mr. Tart came to our table. He licked his finger and dropped four syllabi on our table.

The way the tables were set up, was that there were two lab tables facing each other, which formed one group. There were eight groups. I was seated next to the Liam kid, across from me was some little nerd thing, and then next to little nerd thing looked like a girl who could be his girlfriend. Why did her parents let her leave the house in a mid-thigh tank top and Bermuda shorts?

Dear God, please help our little nerd thing’s girlfriend.

Amen.

**

Turns out Little Nerd Thing is named Martin. And Little Nerd Thing’s girlfriend is named Flower, and they are not dating.

I may have made it a little awkward by asking them if they were, and I don’t think they really appreciated it. It went a little something like:

Liam: We should get started on the Bell work.

Me: Are you two dating?

Martin: I don’t date.

Flower: I’ve never had a boyfriend.

Awkward silence for the rest of class.

Let’s just say, I was relieved to get away from my loser table.

Agriculture is my next class, and I’m thankful Niall is in it. Of course I’m there before him, dumbbutt has to take a piss after practically every class.

The ag room looks like a huge ass garage with tables and farm equipment in it. I chose an empty table, putting my flat backpack on top of it, before taking a seat. A high powered fan greeted me with a welcoming gust of air.

Niall came in just as the bell rang. He put his hand on the back of my chair, and eased himself in the chair next to me.

Same as first period, Mr. Winters calls attendance and then passes out all of the first day shit. I’ve never taken an agriculture class, but Niall took one last year.

“This year I want to get a pig.”

I glance at him. Last year he had the meanest little rabbit devil thing. Niall hated it so much it didn’t even have a name. He sold it the first chance he got.

That’s a cool thing about ag, you get animals, put some money into them, and then sell them for double what you paid. Niall talked about how he could make up to three grand off of a pig. With that information, I have no idea why he wanted to get a fucking rabbit.

The money could help him out a lot. Niall is good at hiding it, he’s good at hiding a lot of things, but I know he and Greg don’t have much money. That why I hate when he spends money on me. Jackson alone cost him $300. Not to mention the other crap we spend money on. Scuba diving? Renting the equipment is expensive, and Niall never lets me help out. And I know when he does agree to let me pay, it was not a good month of pay for Greg.

“I’m going to get a cow,” I said, thumbing through a pamphlet.

I mean, because why not?

The rest of agriculture was just as boring as AP Bio. Niall feel asleep a few minutes into Mr. Winters’ speech about himself and his very, very long teaching career. We get it, the pigs are your passion and the hay inspecting is your hobby.

I wish I would say the rest of the day was exciting. But then I would be lying.

Ah, I know. This isn't a good chapter. It's a filler. I'm going to start working on Chapter 4 right now to make up for this shit chapter. Haha. Thanks so much for reading and please bear with me. Love you all sososososososo much xx