Author's Note:
Part seven, can I get a whoop whoop. No? Okay.
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We engaged in an ultimate math battle to see who would dominate the other at Calculus. I ended up throttling her prissy French ass, so I gloated and shoved it in her face like any victorious winner would. She scowled and cried like a baby, while I kiss Seth and we fall in love and have a million babies.
I wish. But I’m not that mean anyway. Here’s what actually happened:
“I see you’ve changed Katrina.” She commented with a tight lipped smile.
“As have you, Colette.” I kept my tone reserved and level.
Seth, smart enough to know now to interfere, watches us carefully, a faint shadow of a smile lurking at the corners of his light pink lips.
“Let’s get ready to begin.” She opens an obnoxiously bright pink pencil case and plucks out a new purple expo marker.
I open my own blue pencil case and withdraw a green expo marker, contrasting to her color.
All of us pull our whiteboards and erasers from under the desks and uncaped the foul-smelling markers in wait for the teacher’s signal, who I now knew was called Mrs. Sterling.
“Ready, set, go!” We speedily made our way through the problems, making a surprisingly good team. I tackled the odds with Seth while Colette worked on the evens.
“Time!” Mrs. Sterling called after three minutes, and I slammed down my marker. In total we’d finished twenty-two of the thirty problems.
“Good job, Colette.” I nodded at her briskly.
“Right back at you.” She smiled slightly.
Where was this demon who had reigned over me for the past three years? Why was she nice?
“So what do you guys have next?” I asked conversationally.
“Science.” They both at the same time.
“Wanna walk together?” Colette offered.
“Why not.” I shrugged.
I shoved my math notebook into my backpack as the bell chorused throughout the building.
“Okay let’s--” I started as I got up.
The next thing I knew, my cheek was pressed against the ground, my head and left ankle hurt like a bitch, and my chair was on top of my.
“Ow, ow, ow.” I mumbled biting back tears.
“Are you okay?” Seth inquired worriedly, crouching at my side.
“Just dandy.” I drawled sarcastically.
He chuckled “In that case, I’ll go.” He pivoted on his heel to leave.
“Wait.” I whimpered weakly. “Please help.”
He smiled widely, with no hint of gloating. “Seth Deyes, at your service.”
He knelt down to fix the problem, being gentle and making sure it wasn’t hurting.
“What happened?” Mrs. Sterling exclaimed as she walked back into the room.
“Apparently, someone has buckled the strap of her sandal to the leg of her chair, making her trip and fall when she up.” Seth explained, finally undoing both sandals.
Colette.
“I knew it. I knew she didn’t really want to walk with me.” I muttered sadly. Why was I sad? The whole point of this year was to become popular, not befriend the enemy.
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Katrina Unplugged
Teen Fiction[ unedited ] Katrina Shaymin has never exactly been It-Girl material, which became even more apparent after her best friend of eight years, Colette Atriana, left her for popularity when they were freshmen. Since then, Katrina has been able to get he...
