Devon Porter could never believe his unusually bad luck because wherever he went disasters always seemed to bite him in the ass.
What's the use of being blessed with such undeniably good looks when his luck seems to repel everyone away like a very...
"I've marked all of your test papers," Mrs. Simmons says with a solemn look on her face as she hands the papers out. The whole class falls silent in fear and anticipation. She feels the tension in the air and suddenly breaks into a smile. "I'm so proud of you guys!" she exclaims as her brown eyes sparkle in happiness.
"If results are going to be as good as these then I should probably keep blackmailing you guys this whole year if I don't want the performance to drop." We groan in protest.
"Psst!" I glance back at Jaime.
"B minus," he mouths and points to his paper with a smirk on his face. Though we are best friends, Jaime hates math the same amount I love it. They say that opposites do attract right?
I lean against my seat and watch L hovering above my paper. He plops on the desk, fiddling a tooth pick in between his teeth as he stares at my A grade deeply. He lets out a deep burp and points the little tooth pick at me. "You know why you are single? It's because you are such a nerd!" he huffs.
"Excuse me for wanting to go to college on a fully paid scholarship!" I yell back, partly offended by the flappy fattie's words. Yes, he flaps around with his big belly. God knows how he does it.
"Dude, you gotta stop talking to yourself. It's kinda creepy." The guy sitting on my left mutters and shakes his head. I must look like a psycho from a mental asylum. "I'm sorry. But really, have you tried building some muscle? You could start by using your textbooks as weights." L's suggestion makes me scoff.
"I think the person who needs to hit the gym is you."
"Excuse me?" the guy slowly gets up from his desk and glares at me with lips in a thin line and his fists clutched tightly. Mason is one of the best wrestlers of our school and is almost undefeated in matches. He is known as the 'Bone crusher'. I gulp as the veins pop out from his bulging biceps that are barely contained in his short sleeved T-shirt that has John Cena's face on it .
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"Are you calling me fat, Porter?" he growls and it takes me all the strength in me to not scream like a girl and run. My butt is glued to my seat, and from the corner of my eye I watch Jaime have his head bent down and putting the sign of the cross in prayer.
"Damn you Jaime! Damn you L!" I mutter as Mason grabs my shirt and pulls me up from my seat. The timing is really impeccable as our teacher stepped out as she was called to the Principal's office. I close my eyes, waiting for the hit. I'm telling you, my luck is-
"The best!"
Alexa screams as she throws herself on top of me. Mason freezes in shock with his fist dangerously close to her cheek. If he was a bit slower, he would have punched her already. "What do you think you're doing?" he gasps, quickly retracting his hand back and shoving it into his pockets.
"I could have punched the daylights out of you Lexa!" he murmurs and quickly checks her face for any bruises. Lexa? He has a nick name for her?
"Don't hurt him Masie, he is my friend. He helped me a lot. He's the one who tutored me in Math."
