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CHAPTER FOUR
Okay, I completely underestimated Brad's whole revenge thing. He's like a mad psychopath with the mask of a teenage boy.
Here, let me explain from the beginning.
So after my unexpected bump in with the wall and soaring through second period and break, it was third period — computing. Obviously, that involves computers so we were in the I.T. block. Oh, and my teacher, Mr. Cole, hates me.
Last year was the first time I had Mr. Cole, and I just happened to make the worst impression. Being my usual clumsy self, I'd fallen up the stairs and then gotten up feeling dizzy, so I wasn't able to see where I was going.
I was too busy telling everyone that I couldn't see to notice Mr. Cole standing with other computing teachers with a lovely, scorching hot coffee in his hands until I'd fallen backwards on top of him, therefore getting coffee on us both.
And he got his revenge this year, sitting me next to one of my many nemesis's — Cole Sprouse. Obviously sharing one similar name is enough for Mr. C to favour him, and so he sat me next to him, knowing I hate Cole and Cole hates me.
This leads to obvious signs such as bickering constantly and therefore me getting blamed for it all (even when Cole shuts down my computer!) and consequently getting detentions after school for it.
But, above all, on my left sat the one and only, brown haired rat, Brad Simpson.
Giving me a sloppy, one-sided grin as I walk into the room, I roll my eyes and shove my bag under the computer desk, earning an unhappy grunt from Mr. Cole as it makes a loud bang.
"Hey, sunshine," Brad smirks and I grip onto the desk, giving him a restrained smile and he laughs under his breath. We're all directed to turn on our computers and log on, which I do. Whilst I sit back and wait for it to turn on, Brad keeps glancing and smiling mischievously at me. It definitely didn't help that Cole kept looking between Brad and I.
"Shut up!" I snap, whispering.
"I didn't say anything," Brad and Cole both say at the same time, confused.
"Yeah, well, you breathed," I roll my eyes and if I rolled them any harder they'd be coming out of my ears and on the floor.
"Jesus, someone's PMS'ing," Brad laughs and I roll my eyes once more. Will he never learn to shut his trap?
"Hey, Moll, I've got some chocolate, do you want it?" Cole smirks and I hit my head on the table, only just missing my phone that I didn't even realise I'd gotten out on the table. Quickly, I slip it into my jacket pocket.
"Don't bang your head on the table, Mollie!" Mr. Cole snaps as clicks his mouse, loading up different files and I roll my eyes, turning to face him.
