All is Fair in Love and School (COMPLETE)

:) 37- So, You Take Head First (:

"We have detention today."

"Cool, I can get my homework done."

"Or you could talk with me."

I laugh, "We can't talk in detention."

James smirks at me, "We can definitely get away with it."

"In your dreams."

We were walking together from history to math. Sadly, we'd still been in the no friend zone when we had to choose partners. He was stuck with the worst kid in class and I was stuck with what was the second worst kid. Ryan has really turned around back to his old self and I couldn't be prouder.

When I walk into class I see that Ryan is already there. His face is cuddled between his arms and I'm pretty sure he's sleeping.

"Yo, Ryan," I say when I'm close enough to him.

"I'm tired," He mumbles back.

I slap the table lightly and plop down in my seat beside him. "Come on, look alive," I clap close to his face.

He sits up and ruffles his hair back into place. I mean as best as he could, it still looks like a mess.

"I'm up."

"Yay," I smile, "How's the sobriety going?"

"I kinda failed."

His head bows down and he looks to the floor, rather, the table.

"What do you mean, you kinda failed?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

You either fail or you don't, kid.

"I did it," He looks up at me, "I felt awful, but it was calling for me."

"Hey, hey, woah, calm down," I grab his shoulder to try and make him regain his senses, "Slowly explain it."

"I was hanging with the boys and they wanted to have a little fun," He smirks to get his point across, "So, the opportunity just fell into my lap and it was too good to resist."

I shake me head in disappointment and cross my arms, "Can't say I'm proud, but I get it."

His eyebrows raise up and his expression is one of surprise, "What? You do?"

"Yeah," I nod, "You missed it and teenagers have a hard time controlling impulses."

"Thanks, I guess."

I hit his shoulder with my own, "Just being a good friend."

The teacher begins class by telling us that our projects are due on Friday. We'd be allowed to work on them the rest of the week, but there was no excuse for late presentations.

"You'll be presenting these on Friday," Our teacher finishes her speech.

My heart sinks. I don't do presentations. My stage fright always gets the best of me. I can never do well on them, I'm always shaking.

"Are you okay?"

I shake my head.

"If you're worried about finishing the project, we'll definitely finish," Ryan tried to reassure me.

"I know we'll finish," I finally talk, "I'm nervous about presenting."

"You have stage fright?" Ryan looks surprised.

I nod, "Bad."

"You'll be fine, just imagine they're all in their underwear."

"They all say that."