Sorry for the short chapter and the wait.
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"How was your date?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
"It was...fine." My mom replied, removing her shoes at the door.
"Just fine," I shrieked, "What went wrong?"
"Nothing. The date just wasn't fun." She set her purse on the small coffee table in the living room before moving to sit on the couch.
"What did he do?" I inquired.
"He wasn't that good of a kisser–"
"And that's why you didn't like the date?"
"You didn't let me finish. We also had a difference of opinion."
"About what?"
"I'm going to bed, now. And you should get some rest so that flu will go away." Way to ignore the topic.
Grudgingly, I walked to me bedroom and went to sleep. Guess I wasn't destined to know
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Tuesday. Back to school. Back to the reality that Declan and Avery both hate me. And back to getting loads of homework.
"That would conclude today's lesson." Mr. Hendrickson, the algebra teacher, announced just as the bell rang.
I slammed my book closed and gathered the rest of my things. Algebra was my absolute worst subject. I never understood it in grade school and I still didn't understand it. Letters and numbers shouldn't mix.
We had taken a test last week and I got mine back today. To say that I barely passed, would be a total lie on my part. I completely flunked it. Mr. Hendrickson had even stopped me after to class to offer me his help. He said he tutored many kids and that he was able to fit one more into his schedule. I, of course, declined his offer. No way was I going to get a tutor when I knew very well that no one could help me.
Sighing, I walked to my next class, no hurry to get there. If I didn't pass all of my future tests, I'd be held back for sure. Or be forced to go to summer school. Both options were not favorable.
Two more periods before lunch. Hopefully I could survive until then.
English and History went fairly well. Minus the part where Mrs. Eckberg yelled her head off at us, spitting in my face while doing so. And the time when Mr. Todd decided he'd take his anger at one student out on the whole class. We were forced to do a three hundred words essay in ten minutes. Whoever didn't finish was assigned a one thousand word essay on a topic of Mr. Todd's choice.
All in all, I guess English and History class didn't go well.
Then there was lunch. If there was a way to fail it, I'm sure I would.
It was no surprise to me when I walked to my locker and found no one waiting for me there. Taking a deep breath, I quickly made my way to the cafeteria. Not bothering to get any food, I headed straight towards the basketball player's table. They probably had a game coming up sometime. They almost never say together unless there was a game the upcoming night or the next day. Declan was there, of course.
Declan, who was facing my direction, stopped talking and glared at me while I approached. A few other of his teammates stopped talking, too, turning their attention to me. Declan wasn't known to be hostile, so when he was pissed, everyone was surprised.
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