book life [c.h.].

Chapter 7

It was the next day, Friday, meaning that I could party and get drunk, but I still had that damn library job. A breezy wind came buzzing through the streets of the campus. Sometimes, a few flakes of snow and rain would appear, but it never lasted long enough for me to experience it all. People were scattered here and there, pulling their scarfs and coats closer to their freezing bodies. Winter was coming up as people started wearing jeans and girls started wearing guys' sweaters; possibly from their boyfriends. Almost every girl I knew had a boyfriend and I didn't. Just the thought of me being cast out of not having a relationship made me sick and embarrassed. Why can't I be loved?

Meanwhile, Calum had showed up yesterday at the library, which bought me to excitement. But all he did was returned the book about plants and left straight after that. No interaction between us, only books. Sometimes, books can be such an asshole for ruining moments like those.

Both Luke and I walked silently down the hallway to our last class, our shoulders touching. We hadn't had much to say, since today was unexpectedly clear with drama. Often times, there would be some commotion going around the campus that actually gave us a reason to talk. Even the hallways were silent too.

"So," Luke interrupted the silence, shoving his shoulder lightly to my side, getting my attention, "How's that badass Ashton doing?"

I rolled my eyes as he said Ashton's name. "Not drunk today, but I had to be partners with him because apparently that teacher said that will 'fix the negative vibe between us.' But it was fine. We got our work turned in time and I rushed out of there right after before he could say a thing."

Luke scratched the back of his neck as if he wasn't unsure about what he would say next. "Oh... I see. I've seen him making out with other girls in the hallway. Daily." I sighed, of course. I've never seen Ashton making out with girls before, but the thought of it made me sick. Why would boys actually do that? Do they want their butts kicked by girls?

"One time," Luke continued, talking quickly. He looked around to see if any teacher was nearby and snapped his head back to me once it was all clear, "I saw Ashton drag a girl into the closet before and I heard screaming noises right after."

I scoffed, not surprised at what Luke had said about Ashton. "Typical."

Luke shrugged, biting his lip ring silently. "I have a feeling he has a set of condoms in his bag."

I laughed at that little joke. He could be right though. You never knew what is in Ashton's bag because apparently he had been seen with drugs and alcohol.

We walked into our last class, noticing that our pop quizzes had been passed out and faced upside down so our test scores wouldn't be visible with others. I put my bag down quickly, taking the piece of paper in my hand as my eyes widened in horror. There were so many red marks here and there, ticking off points for every little wrong detail. I slammed my paper down on the table, sighing loudly as I rubbed my forehead that was now filled with stressfulness.

"What did you get?" Luke nudged me, peeking over my shoulder but there was nothing.

"I got a D," I groaned, frowning as I rested my head against Luke's shoulder. His shoulder was pretty wide like the length of a giraffe's neck, which he was considered to me.

"Damn," Luke whispered as his eyes widened, "that's sad." He patted my head lightly for sympathy, but soon enough, his mouth twitched to a smirk. "But I got a B." He flicked his paper in my face, making me notice the big "B" at the top of the paper. He laughed loudly, enjoying his little victory of beating me in something besides cooking or drawing. I pushed his arm back and rolled y eyes playfully.

"Lani?" I heard my name being called. It was a sweet voice, but I could already tell who it was. Mrs. Ginsberg.

I clicked my head to the direction of the voice and realized Mrs. Ginsberg was pointing for me to come and met her at her desk. I gulped before walking toward her desk unwillingly. I fidgeted with my fingers, biting my lips continuously. Anything can happen with Mrs. Ginsberg.