♡ Savanna's POV
My head bobs up to the music blasting through my earphones while I try concentrating on the math sums. I wonder if this shit is ever gonna help me in life. I grit my teeth at the stupid book trying my very best not to tear it into pieces.
Its 5 am, and i'm the world's most sane person doing maths homework the same day it's due. Sigh. If things go on like this I might be mistaken for a zombie. I'm even avoiding the mirror at the moment, don't want to die young. Imagine if I did die, what would they write on my grave stone? 'lost dear life due to severe shock.' Why? Cause she looked at her zombie-like face in the mirror. I could end up dying a virgin all because of stupid math homework!
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"Get ready class. It's pop quiz time!' Mr. Fitz announced enthusiastically. I physically cringed as soon as those melodious words registered in my brain. Unfortunately neither was Mr. Fitz an English teacher nor was he as hot as the teacher in Pretty Little Liars. Not even close. This man was old, very very old and he wears these 'Dumbledore' glasses that only adds to the effect. His dressing sense? "Hell no." I muttered to myself both referring to my situation and his. My dear Physics teacher apparently sold his wardrobe to a hobo in the streets because he wears the ultimate shirt and cargo pants with matching, literally matching leather suspenders and boots, to top it all off with the one and only Ben Hogan hat. Matching mind you.
" Did you read?" Casey asked desperately, while I frantically searched for a black pen. There was this dumb rule of using only black ink while writing any kind of tests in this class. "I'll tell you if you lend me one of you're pens." I replied. She just gave me a blank look. "Not again Van, I know I'm you're best friend but seriously, losing a borrowed pen every single day?" So much for the ''I got your back' shit.
I gave her a puppy dog look. "Pwease! This is the last time. I swear on Angelina Jolie's jawline." Casey reluctantly handed me a pen and I took it with a Cheshire grin plastered on my face.
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"So how was it?" Case asked me while we exited the class. "Smooth as a baby's butt. How was it for you huh? I hope nobody distracted you this time" I replied while wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
"Sav! That was only once." She smacked me on my shoulder with her book. I thought about her distraction and smirked. I remember the day like it was yesterday. Case came to school all stressed because she had this English test on 'To kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee. Of course she read and revised the book a thousand and one times but it was real surprising to see her all giddy while leaving the class. I was alarmed at her unusual behaviour and when asked, she simply replied "Adel" with a dramatic sigh. Adel was the one of the popular crew and he was known to be a bad ass playboy. The next day I wasn't surprised to hear Case cry about her low grades.
It's kind of weird that Adel and Case are dating ever since he asked her out in that English class. "Wuddup Van!" Think of the devil.
"My grandmother's cat died" I replied dryly.
"Oh that's a blow. Sorry." He sympathized. "Seriously Adel? Van is lying to you!" Casey scolded her gullible boyfriend but with fondness in her tone.
"My grandma's allergic to cats" I chuckled.
Adel rolled his eyes "I had realized already, was just playing along."
"Yeah right Adel, you're gullible and you know it." I said.
He gave me a blank look.
"What? Why are you giving me the squidward look?" I asked.
"Cause you're acting like an annoying spongebob" "HEY!" I shrieked, "Spongebob is not annoying! And never make the mistake of insulting him in front of a fan!" Jutting a thumb in my direction, I narrowed my eyes and tried to look as threatening as a fat kid who's chocolate was being snatched. Keyword being tried.
Yeah. You can totally throw tomatoes at my pancreas. I feel terrible for the slowest update ever!! This time I'll give more dedication to this story. Thankyou for all the support so far. I felt the need to elongate this chapter before I continued with new ones. Hope you like it!! xxTwinklexx
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