Maybe Not That Bad

Chapter 5

Rose POV

Chemistry was as boring as ever, Mrs. Pratt giving us her Oscar-worthy "welcome back to school" speech. However, instead of a standing ovation, she was met with awkward silence.

Needless to say that no student was happy to be back at New Oaks High School. Summer break had gone by in a flash and it was time to face the harsh reality.

"Psst!"

Insert crickets sound.

"Psstttt!" I poked Lissa, trying to get her attention.

The traitor had been ignoring me for 10 full minutes and I was going crazy. Talking to someone was the only way to survive this class.

"What do you want?" She hissed, annoyance cristal clear in her voice.

"To talk, obviously." I rolled my eyes.

"Can't we talk later? I need to pay attention and so do you."

I waved her off. Lissa was a straight-A student while me, well , I'm a straight-B with an ocasional C.

"She'll be giving this speech 'til class ends and she'll be listening carefully to the words coming out of her own mouth, so she won't notice." I stated, beaming.

I could see she was just about to crack, just one more push...

"Come on, put me out of my misery!" I whined, pouting.

And...

"Okay, fine! What do you want to talk about?"

BAM!!! Mission acomplished.

"I don't know, you decide."

Lissa grew pensative for a few moments and then she smirked with a devilish glint in those emerald-green eyes of hers. Oh, I'm so screwed... My best friend might have the face of an angel, but she had the mind of a devil.

You should see her playing 'Truth or Dare'. She could come up with some pretty crazy dares and if you picked truth, she would ask you something that would make you wish you'd choose dare.

"I would like to know what you and Dimitri talked about for hours."

Why didn't I see this coming?

My smile dropped and hers grew bigger.

"Start talking, missy. You said and I quote 'You decide'."

Thirty minutes later, her eyes were wide and her hand barely muffled the squeals coming out of her mouth.

"Oh my god!" She shook me while I tried to escape her grip and not attract our teacher's attention at the same time.

"Ease up on the 'FRIENDS' references, will you?"

"Never, that's my favourite TV show."

It's mine too. Sometimes, when I slept over at Lissa's house we would binge-watch FRIENDS and try to reenact some scenes. Our best ones yet were Joey's catch phrase 'How you doin'?', Janice's 'Oh My God', Chandler's and Joey's horrible dance moves and Phoebe's 'Smelly Cat' song.

"But seriously, don't get too excited."

"I'll try. No promises though."

"Urghhh!"

The bell rung at that precise moment and all of us left the room as fast as we could. It was a normal day, with some classes flying by while others seem to last for hours. There were actually a few subjects I enjoyed and payed attention like Biology, History and English. The torture showed its ugly face in other cruel and stupid classes like Physics, Chemistry and, like for the vast majority of the sane teens in the world, Math.