"It's official, I'm a genius!" Freddie proclaims, the rest of us groan and slap our foreheads.
"Freddie, what makes you think it was a good idea to name your cat Cocaine after naming your dog AIDS?" Naomi asks as if she was disappointed in his life decision. She starts tying her brown hair in a ponytail and opens her backpack to throw her supplies in.
"Dude, even I don't take it that far," Dante says, shaking his head and grabbing his backpack.
"I'm just saying, it makes sense. We got AIDS from my aunt Deborah and she said he humped anything that moved, so he probably has an STD. Then the cat has some condition that makes him choke anytime he meows and his purr sounds like a cat going in labor. It works," he says, motioning his hands in the air trying to grab everyone's attention. We are all packing our stuff not paying attention to him.
"Come on Ana, you think it's funny right?" He asks me, shimmying toward me. I roll my eyes and let out a forced laugh.
"It's hilarious. Not to mention the fact that they are both fucking ugly," he says finally packing his stuff.
"So, in summary of this study session, we went through the second chapter of Calc, did many practice problems. We helped Noah with whatever the hell Harold gave us, and we discovered that Freddie is a sick animal abuser for having a say in naming his pets." Esme says clapping her hands together and gives Freddie a fake smile.
"You guys just don't understand my humor," Freddie replies while shaking his head.
"How did your parents even agree to this?" Noah asks, standing up. His giant self can almost hit the ceiling.
"Oh, they think their names are Buster and Snowball, but when it's just Nate, Ellie, and I we call them by their real names," he says.
"Remind me again how you are valedictorian?" Noah asks grabbing Freddie like a doll. He doesn't fight it anymore. His 5'3 body is so small that we can all pass him around and carry him with no effort.
"Because I'm the only one on the school with a 4.6 GPA and has a dog named AIDS!" Freddie screams at Noah's face and we all turn to shush him.
"Don't get us kicked out of here again. I'm tired of sweet-talking Ronda," Dante says walking out of the study room. Noah puts Freddie down and he starts fixing his clothes.
"I mean last time it was Esme's and Naomi's fault for sounding like hyenas," Freddie grabs his backpack.
"That was because someone recorded you getting kicked out of Harold's class for the third time this year," Naomi starts and Esme starts laughing behind me. "School started less than two weeks ago!" She snorts.
"Because he pisses me off! I learned all of that crap in 5th grade, why do we even need government?" Freddie exclaims. Esme, Naomi, and Freddie start a giant discussion about the importance of government and I just tune it out. I've heard it enough times and I don't put my opinion in.
We walk out of the study room hall and make our way across the library. Dante and Noah are behind me talking about the football game and whether they are going or not.
"I mean Walker said that they've been straight for a while. They are playing against West View for the first game next week," Noah says.
"West View's football team sucks ass! But you know why Imma be going for though, right?" Dante says, with a troublemaking voice and Noah starts laughing and clapping him on the back. I laugh and turn around but continue to walk backward.
"And what's the reason, Danty?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Ass!" They say at the same time and burst out laughing. I roll my eyes and turn around and let them enjoy their cell-killing joke.
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Salted Wound
Teen FictionAnastacia Flores doesn't live a perfect life, but she pushes herself into her education to have a bright future and become a teacher. She is loved and supported by her family, her boyfriend, Luis, and her best friends. Zamari Sabian is a deviant wh...
