Typical. (Liam Payne)

Chapter Two.

Typical .

Chapter Two .

The late night encounter did leave a very traumatizing scar on Sashas brain. Every time Sasha would attempt to go back to sleep, the memory splashed her awake. And its more so frustrating that it was Liam keeping her awake, not the latest episode of Criminal Minds.

Anyways. Thats in the past (and as in the past, she means seven and a half hours ago) and its time to focus on the now.

Which sadly brings Sasha to her first period class. Thats math. AP math. And even though its first day back to school, the teachers do not seem to care. Instead, Mr. Mayck (pronounced: ma-ck. he likes to remind us every five minutes) launches into review of last year. Which is great if anybody knew what he was talking about and wasnt hungover from last night.

Sasha isn't hungover but yeah, shes pretty sure that last year didn't happen and should be back learning grade two addition.

Liam seems okay. Frustratingly chipper. Offering smiles to students, throwing jokes with the teacher (what a total suck up), writing down the notes and attempting the review work sheet Mayck handed out at the beginning of class.

Is it violent that she wants to stab him in the face. With a fork.

And of course Avery is somewhat cheerful. Humming as she stares at the roof in focus, doing internal calculations. A smile grasping her face when she finds the right answer then moving onto the next question.

Sasha will stab her to.

"Avveeery" Sasha moans, leaning against her friends body and possibly looking at her answers in the process. No one needs to know.

"Sashaaa" She mock repeats, voice snitching three pitches too high.

Sasha narrows her eyes at Avery, then smooths her expression to a clear facade. "I need help. Can you please offer your majestic skills to help a fellow lost soul" and maybe this is why Sasha has no friends.

Avery looks up at Sasha, black hair falling into her eyes before Avery intelligently swipes it away.

"'Flattery will get you nowhere -but don't stop trying'"

Sasha moans. "Seriously? That quote is entirely over used, Miss. Moneypenny"

Sasha and Avery may of had the smallest obsession with James Bond when she was like eight (thirteen to be exact), horrific memories that Sasha avoids at all costs.

"No but seriously. I don't remember any of this"

Avery grins. A very mean, evil grin. "Why don't you ask Liam for help"

And okay. Sasha blushes. Cheeks becoming painted with hot red as the blood moves up her face until she resembles a cherry...or tomato.

Sasha clears her throat, looking anywhere but at Avery. Her answers seem like a good place. "And why would I do that?" she coughs.

There is literally a very unpleasant glint in Averys eyes. Gleaming with the souls that she tortured in her dark chambers. "Why don't you tell me?"

Is that Queen playing in the distance? Cause Sasha swears she hears the faint tune to Under Pressure.

And its pushing down on her.

Sasha sucks in a shuttering breath,"Okay so something happened" and crap.

Avery would be a good interrogator.

"Obviously" she rolls her eyes, "But what happened exact-ly?" her voice turns up at the end, words counting each syllable and she folds closer to Sasha.