Priscilla POV
"Pris, should we just walk out?" Skylar whispered, stifling a yawn. Her eyes were watery, lashes clumped together in defeat.
Yeah.
It was that boring.
Physics.
If boredom had a face, it would be Newton staring smugly from his grave.
"I wish," I muttered, resting my chin on my palm. "But I'm not getting detention a day before summer break. Or that stupid attendance lecture again."
She groaned dramatically and slumped against her desk.
Our summer break starts tomorrow. Normal people were probably packing suitcases, planning trips, and dreaming of beaches and freedom.
And here I was, trapped in a physics classroom, fighting the urge to commit academic arson.
I usually skipped physics and hid in the ice-cream shop down the road. Best hiding spot ever. Cold, sweet, and physics-free.
"Got any plans?" Skylar asked, already mentally on vacation.
"Nah." I shrugged.
"Alice and the guys don't either," she said, grinning as she'd just won the lottery.
"Then we've got the whole summer," I smiled. "No alarms. No physics. Just us and Time"
"Dream life."
I glanced at my watch. "Just a few more seconds of this torture."
The bell rang, cutting me off.
Finally.
Freedom.
"At last," Skylar said as we stood up. I stretched, every muscle protesting. A low sound slipped from my throat as blood rushed back into my limbs.
If I ever became a god—even for one day—the first thing I'd destroy would be physics.
Why did Newton sit under that stupid tree?
Why didn't he just mind his business?
"What's your next class?" I asked as we merged into the hallway chaos.
She checked her timetable and scowled. "Chemistry."
"I've got biology."
She smirked. "Your favourite."
It was. Biology made sense. Everything had logic. Cause and effect. Not random apples falling out of the sky and ruining students' lives for centuries. Not random forces and invisible nonsense.
I walked into my class and took my usual seat in the middle row. Not the back—I didn't want trouble. Not the front—I didn't want expectations.
Perfectly forgettable.
The teacher entered and began explaining. I listened—actually listened. My pen moved automatically, scribbling notes as if my hand had its own brain.
Then—
Thud.
Something hit my head.
I froze.
Slowly, I turned.
Peter.
Football captain. Golden boy. A smirk, permanently plastered on his face, like he was born mocking the world.
He pointed to the crumpled paper ball.
I opened it.
Wanna skip class and do something fun?
—Peter
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