The Complications of Having a Guy Best Friend

Chapter Five

This is an unedited chapter: I apologize in advance xx

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The next day I spent the car ride with Randy to the school scribbling through my homework without much luck.

"Why do you care?" Randy asked, turning down the volume of the radio.

"I don't." I said showing her the crap answers that I've written.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Trying to get a B in Clark's damn class!" I hated math. I hated math. I hated math. I feel there is no other way to put it. Geometry especially. Who the hell needs to know the circumference of a circle?? My head throbbed at the very thought. "You know what? Forget this!" I slammed the pencil on the notebook.

"Someone's a bit edgy this morning." Randy turned to look at me briefly looking away from the road. "What's wrong?"

"It's only freaking Tuesday! Ugh!" I was already done with high school thing. So much unnecessary work! Stupid dumb teachers! I put my face in my hands as Randy pulled up into the school parking lot.

"I thought you liked taco Tuesdays?" Randy tried to lighten up my mood.

I sighed. "It's just this waking up early thing. And this!" I put my notebook up.

"Remember last year when you were so sure that it would be the longest year of your life?"

I nodded into my palms.

"It went pretty fast. And the same will go this year. Cheer up, babe! We have to enjoy this as much as we can."

Randy was so infuriatingly optimistic, but it was times like this that I appreciated it.

I sighed heavily. "Ok." I gave her a small smile.

I hopped out of her truck and let the light September breeze blow through my curls and my blue skirt. Or should I say Randy's skirt. I borrowed it once and never gave it back. I loved the color.

"C'mon!"

Randy was already heading into the building.

"Wait up." I jogged avoiding small puddles in my converses.

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First period sped by pretty quickly. Had to be a good sign, right? Clark's eyes swept over everyone's homework, not really checking it, and signed them all. I gave a silent breath of relief after he left my desk.

Mrs. Beady's was next. Maybe I could go through this class without sleeping. I highly doubt it.

This was one of three classes that I shared with Randy. I think that was the only thing that kept me sane. I stepped into the class surprised to find that my seat was already occupied. His back was to me chatting up the girl who sat next to me. She looked almost... Annoyed. But she kept the conversation going, her eyes staying his, checking him out.

I approached the boy and tapped the wooden desk with my fingernail. "Excuse me. Think you have the wrong seat."

He looked over his shoulder and I took in his bright, light brown eyes. He said nothing and turned back around to continue his conversation, ignoring me.

My eyebrows shot up in shock. I gritted my teeth. "Calvin, you need to get out of my seat. Like, now."

"Or what?" He shot back, raising a thick eyebrow.

I could feel the heat rising inside of me, but I didn't make it obvious. In the process of learning to control my anger, I learned not to show it. I could feel my heart rate picking up and adrenaline rushing through my veins. Just what I needed to grab this kid and throw him across the classroom. My eyes narrowed at his question, trying not react to his challenge.