"alright, kids. i'm ms. peterson. i don't know who any of you are, but because you are in here it's my job to make the next two hours of your life a living hell."
"jeez," michael mumbled.
"because not only are you giving in your time, but i could be having something intimate with mr. johnson right now." the old lady scolds.
"ew." whispered the boy who i learned was named luke earlier.
"ms. peterson, the only reason i'm in here is because i caught luke wanking in math. so..."
"shut the fuck up, casey." he says a bit too loudly, causing the emo kid in the back to look up from his suicidal marks.
"hemmings, quiet!" she yelled.
"you know what? i'm not getting paid enough for this shit." she said before storming out of the room.
"damn. fourth one this month." michael cursed.
i pull out my phone, unlocking it. i click on the contacts list and hit the plus sign, dropping it in michael's desk. "put your number in it."
he clicks on some things and starts texting, before handing it back to me.
"sexy mike? really?" i laugh.
"alright, you too hemmings." i say, giving him my phone, and he does the same.
