I walk out of 3rd period Algebra and walk to my locker. I see my friends Nick and Sicily. I go down to the bottom locker and open my locker. My locker neighbor to the left is Nick and the top locker is Sicily. My locker is on an edge of the wall so I don't have 2 locker neighbors. I stand up and see Jordan and his girlfriend Sayler. I hated her. Perfect body, straight teeth, and the best thigh gap. But I swear, she had to buy all 5k Instagram followers.
I walk into 4th period Food Economics and I sit by Nick and then to the other side of me is Sicily. Mrs. Shumate is taking forever to finish her lecture. Finally she says "We will be doing a project, you have to bake me an Italian dish for the state bake-off. Whoever's group wins, gets to compete in the state bake-off. I have already chosen your groups." She goes on and on and finally she gets too our group. "Nick, Chloe, Sicily, Jordan, and Sayler." Fuck I say under my breath. I didn't want to be in this group. I got a text from Sicily and Nick. We started a group message.
Nick: I don't want them to be in our group,
Sicily: All their gonna do is make us do all the work and then they're gonna make out
Chloe: I mean I wouldn't mind Jordan but Sayler has to go.
Sicily: Agreed
Nick: We need some more cute boys in this school Chlo.
I finally walk over too our groups table. Sicily and I write down the ingredients while Nick reads it off of his phone. Jordan and Sayler sit in the corner cuddling. That prick. I hate her. The bell finally rings. I walk to my locker and get my reading book. I was ready for this day too be over. Sicily goes to Biology while Nick and I go to reading. I guess I liked reading and the teacher was really nice. I loved Mrs. Aldridge. I sit down in my corner and Nick sits on the other side of the room. Mrs. Aldridge said in a sweet voice "Okay students, we are having study hall today! You may have your electronic devices on but no calling or video chatting, you may text. So I whip my phone out with its awesome case that says "I'm a fabulous bitch" we start a group message with out cooking group.
Sicily: we need to work out a schedule to bake our Italian spaghetti with garlic bread and ratatouille.
Chloe: I got the garlic bread
Jordan: Nick gets the Italian spaghetti and Sicily gets the ratatouille.
Nick: um, no bitch, your not gonna sit on your lazy ass with your girlfriend riding your lap and complaining on how were not doing good. You and Sayler get the glass plates and Italian wine.
Sayler: Calm down. Jordan and I have been together for 7 days now, it's pretty good. And I don't always ride his lap. I also switch out with something else.
Chloe; shut the fuck up you skank
Jordan: Don't tell my girlfriend how to live her life you low life peasant.
Nick: No u didn't Jordan. In this group message, I'm the fuckin queen and your the peasant, so get me my glass plates and Italian wine and deepthroat a cactus while your at it Jordan.
-JORDAN HAS LEFT THE GROUP MESSAGE-
-SAYLER HAS LEFT THE GROUP MESSAGE-
Sicily: good goin nick, I think we put them in their place.
I left the group message because it took up data to keep it. I hear the lunch bell ring and I put my phone up and head to lunch.
