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I was sitting there, balancing between my thoughts and the lesson that the teacher was talking about. Was it really my fault that I can't pay attention if the class is boring? All we talk about are lectures we should be reading over, but instead, we go over the mistakes they have in them instead of learning about what else is in them. Sure, it's convenient for people who don't want to learn or work, but what are we learning?

I looked back between the teacher's face and the clock on the wall, just a few feet above his head.

5 Minutes. I think to myself.

This was my 4th period, next up Journalism. An elective I got into by accident but I'm glad I didn't change to a study hall instead. We get to make coffee any day we bring it in, eat snacks and talk about the wild people in the school. And since most people think journalism isn't a cool place, it's not that crowded. Only 6 people, actually. 5 sophomores and 1 Senior. And the only Senior in the class, Jamie, just so happens to be the only guy in that class as well. Though no one seemed to find much romantic interest in him, either way he's dating someone, and isn't the type to date someone with such an age gap, and honestly, he's just a good person. The 4 others, excluding myself, are Caitlyn, Elle, Katherine and Alana. We get along well and we all hate most of the people in our grade because of the stupid way they show off and acted. But either way, I'm down to 45 seconds on the clock. I'm just hoping no one packs up their stuff before the bell so we don't have to stay a minute after.

The bell rings and with that my book is closed and I shoved it into my backpack as fast as I could, zipped it up and sped walked to my next class. It's also convenient for Journalism to be held in the library, which the librarian also teaches yearbook or student media. Whichever one, same difference. As soon as I stepped into the room I could already hear everyone talking, and that sweet bitter smell of creamer and black coffee. God, I love this class. But you would think that having a class in the library with only 6 people wouldn't be that loud or interesting, but we're actually pretty loud when we've got a topic going.

"I can't believe you actually don't know who Nathan is!"

"Well sorry, I don't know any sophomores! They're all irrelevant... Except for you all, I guess."

Ah yes. The afternoon tea. Already scorching.

"What are you all rambling about?" I asked

"Jamie doesn't know who Nathan is! He's ,like, the most rude and annoying person!" said one of the sophomores, Katherine. She moved her brown and golden curls out of her face to look around the room.

"He seems like a nice kid! If he is rude, he'll probably change his act his Junior year. Teachers aren't gonna put up with his bullcrap." Jamie replied.

"VERY unlikely." Elle spoke up from the back end of the last table everyone else was sitting at.

"How is that unlikely? He's so nice to me when I'm around, but then again he could be a poser just because I'm dating his older sister." Jamie said, looking at his computer.

"Oh. He is." Caitlyn said while looking in his direction, then continuing to type on her laptop.

Nathan Smith. One of the WORST people in our entire grade. He brings out the worst in every guy he talks too unless the guy he's talking to doesn't already hate him. He yells in almost EVERY class. And most of the girls in the grade hate him as well.

"So how'd he come into the subject this time, exactly?" I ask.

"Oh, we were just talking about people who were annoying in our classes, and Katherine brought up Nathan." replied Caitlyn with a smug expression.

"Nathan seems like a good kid!" Jamie defended.

"That's because you're dating his sister!" everyone except Caitlyn and I say.

"Okay! Okay! I'm the kind of person that goes by 'Proven Until Guilty'! Just take a video of him being a douche or something." Jamie suggested, hoping to not be yelled at again.

"We could if we were allowed to have out our phones." Katherine exclaimed sarcastically.

The bell rang, and class was meant to be starting. I took my seat by Elle, which was an uneven amount for the four-seating table. I sat in between Elle and Caitlyn. Katherine sat in front of Caitlyn and Alana sits in front of me and Elle. And then Jamie sits by himself, as he says it's "Bad for His Street-Cred", but whatever.