The Group Chat

Chapter Six: aBoRt, aBoRt

I'm going to give you some background information before I start this chapter. My biology class in Freshmen year was... interesting. I asked everyone in the group chat to sumerize his class in one sentence, and this is what they said:

Sunshine: Let's eat peanut butter with alcohol, and also you got a 30 on your tests

Drunk Snake: Probably a class on acid and if you fail you die but it's cool because he gave us candy that one time

Ingrid: Uuugghhh but I just woke up and you already want to put that wretched class in my brain.

Light of my Life: The teacher is a Caribbean drug dealer who gave us treats but simultaneously wanted to make us kill ourselves by having us endure a series of tests that were impossible to complete with much accuracy.

It's really hard to find words to describe the dynamic of that class. Let's just say there was a lot of teasing and people being real a little too much. Not to mention the fact that some people used Quizlet to get answers on the paper, and they tended to text each other the links. This whole thing has probably confused you, so I'm just going to get on with the chapter and let it explain.

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It started as a normal day. Avery and I were walking to class and arguing about something that was probably pointless. I have eczema on my wrist, and, at this point, it was so bad that I had to keep my right wrist wrapped.

"Your wrist looks awful!" Avery exclaimed as we were walking.

"Thanks, Ave," I said sarcastically.

"Maybe you should just cut it off."

She meant this in a completely different way then the way I took it, just so you know.

"YOU WANT ME TO SLIT MY WRIST!?"

To be fair, I have it on my wrist, and, by cutting it off, I'd practically be slitting my wrist.

"No-"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST TOLD ME TO SLIT MY WRIST!"

"No, you idiot-"

"IS THIS BECAUSE OF WHAT I SAID IN THE GROUP CHAT THE OTHER DAY?!"

I would just like to point out that I was being comically angry.

"What are you two talking about?" Mr. H asked us as he appeared out of literally nowhere.

Avery and I just looked at each other then looked at him with the expression equivalent of a deer caught in headlights.

"Nothing!" We both chirped simultaneously. 

He just ushered us into the classroom, and we practically ran to our seats. The first few minutes of class went by normally; Shuey made fun of me, Mr. H made fun of Shuey, and everyone wanted to die after we got back our Biochemistry test scores. While he was passing out the papers, Avery took out her phone to check the time, but, before she could put it back in her pocket, Mr. H walked up to her.

"Give me your phone," He told her calmly.

"No?" Avery basically asked.

"I'm not taking up your phone," He told her, "I just want to look at it for a minute."

"Um... no?"

He just took it out of her hand, but it had a password.

"Unlock it," He told her.

"No thank you."

"Just unlock it," He told her again, "it will be much easier on both of us if you just agree. Don't give me a reason to think you're hiding something."