Don't Stumble!

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"Louis! What's the answer to question on the board?"

"Uh 69?" It was obvious I didn't have confidence in my answer. Snickers coming from all around me. "May I remind you this isn't your fantasies , Tomlinson." Mr. Eder smirks and turns to the board. I give him two middle fingers and move them crazily in the air. Until he turned around, I awkwardly pretended to scratch the back of my head. He hands out the homework and tells us to work on it for the rest of the class. But him being a dumbass , give us 3 minutes to work.

"Louis, can you come to my des-" The bell interrupts Mr.Eder. "Whoops, Sorry Mr.Eder , better luck next time." Saved by the bell, bitch. I walk out the door and head to chemistry. The class I hate the most. But Zayn is there and he's super smart, It's not like he's my partner for every project we do...psssh. "Yo Dickhead!" I turn to see Zayn walking over to me.

"I told you not to call me that." I slap him in the back of the head.

Zayn winces and rubs the spot where I him, "Do I ever listen? No. So I don't give a fuck." He smiles. I give an eye roll as we enter class. Taking a seat at the back of the class. The bell rings and everyone continues to chat. Ms.Peterson sets down her planner and her water bottle and starts to write things on the board. The board says "What would you do if a random stranger asked for your help?".

"Class, I want you to answer that question in your journals. I don't lazy sentences. I want a good paragraph. I'll give 10 minutes to finish." Already ahead. I'd say I would help the person, but if the random stranger looked like a pedophile then I probably wouldn't. I would ask them why they trust me to ask for help if they didn't know me. Of course that's a stupid question, but hey why not ask the random stranger who trusts another random stranger for help? I finish my paragraphs 2 minutes early. Gives me enough time to check the lead in my pencil and to see if my homework from last night is finished. Zayn , of course uses all the time and writes two long ass paragraphs. Like damn, I don't think Ms.Peterson even reads these. She makes us do this to make sure our minds aren't fucked up. The day is usually like this. Two more classes and then its lunch time.

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