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Four: Ugh you won't believe what a dumbass Howard is

The weekend went by terribly fast. I was even excited for my interview that was supposed to take place on Sunday but Rowan called and she rescheduled to Monday afternoon.

All morning I have luckily managed to stay clear of principal Spangler.

During third period, my algebra class, I heard she yelled at a kid for not having a bathroom pass and the kid burst into tears. He peed himself before he even made it to the bathroom.

Thankfully it was lunch time now and I was just locating a vacant table for Chase, Melanie, and I.

Sitting down, I kick my feet up and relax. Lunch is the best time of the day, no doubt. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Melanie. She has a frustrated look on her face as she stomps towards me.

"Ugh you won't believe what a dumbass Howard is."

I snorted at her lovely way of saying hello. "Hey to you too."

Melanie sat down and let out an over dramatic sigh. She plopped her paper plate on the table and took a bite out of her greasy pepperoni pizza. "He's just ugh--" Melanie began talking again, still chewing bits of her pizza. I rolled my eyes at her. "In chemistry, we were supposed to be mixing some element with water. The teacher didn't say what to mix yet but I turn around and damn Howard threw a piece of potassium metal in the water. Guess what happened? A fucking explosion."

My eyes widen in realization. "So, it was you guys! The ones who caused the fire drill," I pull out my lunch bag and unzip it slowly. I catch chase walking towards us with a grin on his face.

I was in the middle of English class. We were watching some boring Shakespeare film when the fire alarm went off. I didn't mind, seeing as it got us away from watching Hamlet. "To die, or not to die, that is the question..."

The answer should be to die. Especially after that film.

I peek inside my lunch bag and get excited when I see two tangerines and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Chase is right, I do eat kindergartener food. Bernie even cut off the crust for me. I get giddy just looking at my lunch.

Who doesn't love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?

"Yeah, and our chem teacher failed both of us on the assignment! It wasn't even my fault! But she said 'we are lab partners' so apparently if he fucks up, I get penalized too." Melanie huffs, throwing her arms up in the air, clearly frustrated. She angrily takes a bite out of the crust part of her pizza.

"That's such bullshit," I sympathize while peeling one of my tangerines. 

"Dude, someone pulled the fire alarm and we got to skip out on our history exam," Chase exclaims as he sits down beside me.

"You're welcome," Melanie grumbles. She finishes the last of her pizza and then reaches for a french fry off of Chase's lunch tray. Chase has a cheeseburger for lunch. I'm not surprised at his choice of meal. What I am surprised about is how he manages to stay fit. The dude has some muscle, that's for sure, but he eats like a pig. I wish I could do that and not get fat.

Chase pulls a confused face but I wave him off. It's not the best idea to question Mel when she's frustrated. I can practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

I reach for my sandwich and take one half of the triangle slice. 

Melanie is still stealing French fries from Chase but he doesn't seem to mind much. She's definitely stress eating.

"Mel, just do extra credit," I say in attempts to calm her down.

"Yeah I know. But the point is, I shouldn't have too. This isn't my fault," Angrily she stomps towards the trash can to throw away her now empty paper plate with grease stains.