Ethan's Pov
'UGHH!'
I groan as I pick myself off the floor my eyes avoiding people. I glare up at Grayson who continues to laugh with his troupe. I fix my hoodie and calmly stand up and continue my walk to my locker. I put in the pin grabbing the book I needed and closing it once again.
I head into class and as per usual I'm the first one there. I look over to the board to see that our class will be participating in a subsplit. A subsplit would be when a few kids come from other classes due to their teachers absence. That means that the school could not find a sub.
I groan and sit in my usual seat as I notice we have a few more desks added. More and more kids walk in as I get up and grab a worksheet. I go back to my desk working on it as the subsplit kids walk in.
I mentally screech as Grayson, His Girlfriend, and his friends barge into the classroom. Out of anybody to be permanently added to this classroom, its them. This school seriously needs to find a replacement for Mrs. Flores and quickly.
The teacher stands up placing a piece of paper under the projector. I squint my eyes and tilt my head as I notice a seating chart. This class is mostly free seating since we don't cause problems. I open my mouth to protest but quickly shut it because it's useless.
I watch as my name is placed exactly in the center of the classroom. Not surprising, since this teacher absolutely hates me. Surrounded all around me would be Grayson, his friends, and of course his girlfriend.
I despise all of these people and if be surprised if I actually finished my work. This is the only class I have a 92% in. The rest of my classes percentage range would be 100 and above. I slump my way over to my desk as the whole classroom moves.
Grayson sits on my left and his girlfriend on my right. I calmly pull out my pencil as the late bell rings. The teacher announces what we are supposed to be doing then proceeds to relax. I scoff as they lay their head along their desk and take a nap. Even more proof why I dislike this teacher.
I proceed finishing the pretty difficult worksheet. Whilst the rest of the class conversate loudly. I'm surprised that the teacher hasn't awoken from slumber yet. All of Grayson's friends talk amongst themselves as I stay mute.
I finish my work and pull out my binder to place it in. I place my binder on my desk opening it bit that coming to a halt as someone taps my shoulder. I turn to the right to see Grayson's girlfriend, Mirabel, looking at me. I blink a few times before finally responding.
"What is the problem",
"Can I see your worksheet",
"For?",
"I need the answers",
"And I need you to leave me alone",
"Stop being so irritating and help me out",
"No thanks I'm good",
"I could care less how you feel",
"It's nice to know you care",
"Give me the paper before I force it out if your hands fag",
"I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch",
"Fine, you'll regret it",
"Of course I will monica".
She screeches as I put my worksheet in my binder quickly closing it. I watch as she hollers out Grayson's name with a whiny voice. I roll my eyes lightly placing my binder in my bag.
"Gray!",
"Yes Mira",
"I have a problem",
"What is it",
"Edwin won't give me the answers!", she announces stamping her shoes on the ground. I scoff and turn over to Grayson's direction to see his reaction. He looks at Mirabel then back at me.
I push up my glasses as I look Grayson straight in the eye. His jaw clenches as he looks between the both of us. He makes deep eye contact with Mirabel as his eyes darken. But as soon as his eyes stare deep into mine they soften.
"It's fine Mira just use my worksheet", he announces handing her his worksheet,
"Thank you baby, I love you so much",
"Your welcome Mira", he announces bluntly turning back in his seat. I choke as I notice he didn't say I love you back.
Grayson glances over at me as a grin slaps itself on my face. I then remember that the baby had called me Edwin instead of Ethan. I'm not going down without a fight and that is a fact.
"It really be like that sometimes", I whisper but to the point where Mirabel could hear,
"What did you say fag",
"Oh Nothing Mira",
"Don't call me that creep",
"Why not",
"Only people that love me have that privilege",
"Seems kind of sus?",
"What are you talking about",
"I'm not sure if you noticed but he didn't say I love you back",
"He still loves me though!",
"Does he?", I watch as her eyebrows stitch together before screeching Grayson's name again.
"Grayson, tell Evan that you love me more than the air you breathe!",
"It's Ethan, Dumb Bitch!", I barge into the conversation,
"Ay! Don't call my girlfriend a bitch!", he speaks through gritted teeth,
"Yea, don't call me a Bitch",
"I think you should answer the question Monica asked you",
"Yes, I love you Mira but not more than life",
"Why not?",
"I would be dead if it was not for the air",
"You wouldn't be relevant if it wasn't for me",
"You wouldn't have this reputation if it wasn't for me",
"This is why I question why we started dating",
"Then why are we dating",
"I knew I should've fucked Jake when I had the chance", she attempted to whisper but unfortunately Grayson heard,
"What!?!", he replies leaping out of his desk.
I gulp as I watch him stare at Mirabel then to Jake. The while class goes quiet as he glares deeply at Jake. I know for a fact thus isn't going to go good. He walks up closer to Jake as the whole class watches.
Oh Shit!,
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