Dia
Zak's brother has not paid Blake yet. Blake and his friends yesterday had fun messing up his face. Ryan- Zak's older brother- needs help with concerta but it is guys like him who make my father and half-brother richer.
Ryan walks through the doors with a black eye and swollen nose. I look at him as he stares at me. Zak walks through the doors a few seconds behind him, he looks perfectly fine, he even seems to be glowing.
By the look on their face, they might have had a fight.
I grab my phone from beside my lunch. I bought lunch today; it is sushi from the tuck shop.
Blake has sent me a message, I open up my phone to see the contexts of the message:
Blake: Ryan Harandas owes me money
Blake: Do you mind doing a little damage for me?
Me: I should not be doing your dirty work
Blake: Please sweetheart
Me: Why? What do I get out of it?
Blake: me sweetheart, you get me
I press the off button on my phone. Blake is delusional. He really thinks I have a crush on him. If Ryan owes Blake I know he owes me but Blake is really off putting with his ego being bigger than the great Wall of China. I internally roll my eyes. I feel a presence siting beside me.
"Hey," Zak says, he puts his lunch box down on the table where my food is.
"Hey?" it's comes out more like a question than a greeting.
"Are we ready for today's session?" Zak speaks before I take a bite of my sushi. I nod my head.
I completely forgot about today study session for science. I will just act like I knew all along.
I grab my phone and open Noah's contact.
Me: I will swing by around 6, is that alright
Noah: sure, fine by me
"Do we get marks for our notes?" I question, he nods from chowing a piece from his cheese sandwich.
"How can they mark someone based on the note taking method they use?" I question, Zak swallow and looks at me.
"I know right, they might as well base their marks on our personality," he comments. Teagan walks passed the table with what seems to be a new boy toy.
"They base our worth and how smart we are based on how well we can memorize something and regurgitate it," I inform him.
"Don't you think school needs a new way of teaching and testing method?" he questions I nod before taking another bite.
"We should do something about it," he says.
"Calm down, Mister. We as students can not do anything about it." I inform him, rolling my eyes at how he wants to get justice for the injustice schooling system.
Zak's phone buzzes, I look at him. He excuses himself before answering the phone call.
After a while Zak returns, his eyebrows seem raises and he seems tense.
"Sorry, my brother got messed up with the wrong people," he says, sitting back down. He knows his bother uses a drug. I wonder if he knows which drug. Before I can ask about it the bell rings.
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