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I let out an inaudible curse as she sarcastically smiles up at me.

" Care to show me where the class is, Tennessee? "

I huff, turning and walking towards the class.

" Tennessee? "

" You like the Tennessee Titans and UT Vols," She explains.

" Alright then Texas. "

" Touché. " She mumble.

I walk through the halls, her following behind me.

" Here. " I pull open Mr.Clops door, and walk into the large lecture room.

Mr. Clops immediately looks up at me, then to Odessa who is behind me.

I make my way up the lecture seats and plop down into mine, leaving Odessa and Clops to do their introductions.

I lean over to the random girl next to me and look at what she's doing. " What are we doing? " I ask.

" Uhm- Were doing Literary Theory. " She stutters, I nod.

I stand back up and walk back to Mr.Clops, he looks over at me.

" I need a paper. " I explain.

He hands me one then Odessa.

" Sit with Roman, he can show you what we are doing. You do know each other, right? "

I see the disappointment on Odessa face, and I smirk. " Yep, me and her, besties. " I pull Odessa into my side and she glares up at me.

Mr.Clops nods and smiles and I make my way back to my chair.

Odessa sits next to me, in the middle of me and the other girl.

" So what are y'all doing? "

" No fucking clue. " I answer honestly, staring at the paper in front of me.

" Wow, very helpful. " She smiles sarcastically.

" Just doing my job. " I shrug.

I lean back and tap the other girl on her shoulder, she looks back at me.

" How do we do this? " I ask.

The girl quickly explains it to me, keeping her head down as she talks.

" Thanks, " She nods.

" So what do we do? " Odessa asks. I look over at her and shrug.

" I have no fucking clue dude. " I whisper.

She gives me an exasperated look.

Welp.

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" Your actually an idiot! " Odessa exclaims when the bell rings.