The Plan Gone Wrong

Chapter 3

I have SEVEN freaking classes with him! How the fuck is that even possible? I'm taking eight classes this year with two spare blocks, thinking I would have a relaxing, chill year, but no, he had to be taking basically all my classes. Great. Just great.

He seems to notice my shocked expression because out of the blue, he suddenly grabs the paper and starts vigorously scanning it to see if there is anything wrong.

"What happened? Did they fuck up my schedule? They better not have because I paid a shit ton of fu—," he complains, but before he can finish speaking, I interrupt him.

"We have seven classes together," I tell him, adding heavy emphasis when I say seven. Let me tell you, I've never seen someone shut up so fast in my life. He scans my eyes, looking for any signs of sarcasm, but realizes that it is not a joke, immediately paling when he comprehends what I just said.

"Wh-what do you mean seven?" He questions, looking like he just went into shock.

"You heard me loud and clear pretty boy," I clarify, earning a glare from his part.

"I don't understand. How is this even possible?" He questions, still scanning the paper in hand.

"I guess we must have picked majority of the same classes during course selection. Plus, most of the classes we're taking only run during one block," I inquire, trying to wrap my head around the now known facts.

He seems to be in deep though and when he looks up again, he speaks to my inquiry. "So let me get this straight, you and I just somehow managed to pick almost all the exact same classes and just so happened to have to sit next to one another in every single one of them," he reiterates, repeating everything I just explained in a simplified manner.

"You pretty much got it spot on," I reply lowly. I can't believe this is actually happening.

"I guess we should get headed to our next class," I say shortly after.

"No, no. You can go to our next class while I'm staying here or some other place where you aren't until nutrition break is over." I don't disagree with him there. By the end of this week, I'm going to get so sick of see his face and hearing his obnoxious remarks.

Without giving it another thought, I walk out of the classroom and head down the hallway.

"ELLA!! EL WAIT FOR MEEEE," I hear Jo shout from behind me. I completely forgot she was with me.

"Oh sorry," I apologize when she comes face to face with me.

"What was that all about back there," she gestures, point back in the direction we walked from.

"I'm stuck with golden boy in almost all my classes—so I have no idea what I'm going to do, but one thing is for certain, I guarantee that I'm going to lose it by the end of this week—possibly the end of today," I state, looking clearly agitated.

"That is exactly why you have me. I'm your hype women and I'll help you get through this. It'll be a breeze. Don't worry about it," she explains, giving me a small nudge to cheer me up. I hope she's right.

After getting seated in the back of my class, I greet my teacher, Ms.Clover, who would be teaching me back to back today. Thank goodness I have lunch in between this block and the next or I would get sick of seeing her too.

We have a conversation until the bell rings, indicating that class is beginning. An eleventh grader decides to sit beside me and I don't protest because I don't want to seem rude so I just let it be knowing that Willy is going to have to sit next to me, but the odd thing is, William hasn't showed up yet.