Just The Way I Like It ✌(najia Style)

💎14- A boy in my house🙊 💎

Our baby, Susan or sushi your choice.

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"Men, I failed," Dylan exclaimed and looked down at his result with a long face. I just felt like slapping him no I did slapped him.

"You got ninety nine percent. How did you fail?" I yelled.

He rubbed his cheek that I had slapped. "Exactly! I got ninety nine and failed one, the easiest question for that matter, isn't that failing? Anyways, what did you get?"

I moved my eyes from him and placed it on my paper.
"Eh...Erm...Good"

Good-ish!

"You got the question I failed, right?" he asked.

"Hey," I exclaimed when he tore his paper and threw it outside. I stared for awhile and shook my head in disbelief.

Just because the paper can't carry you, tear you and then throw away that's why you are disrespect it.

Charles walked in. We greeted him and he started teaching the class.

"So" he voiced without looking up from a textbook he held. "Where is Chioma?"

I answered, "She isn't here"

"I am right here,"

I flinched in my seat when I turned and saw Chioma sitting behind me.

"You just didn't notice my existence," she said and rolled her eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.

"I tried but you just ignored me while you were talking to Dylan".

"Pff...Big deal," Dylan huffed and shrugged.

"It is a big deal to me. You are influencing me negatively and teaching me to ignore people. From now on, I don't know you," I babbled out.

"Sounds good to me," Dylan added. Charles placed the book he held on a desk and then faced us.

"It's okay. Let begin the class... What did you guys score in your maths test"  Charles questioned.

Must you ask?

Charles' eyes darted at each of our faces as he waited for our replies. We were having our private lesson in which Charles had to teach us. Chioma, Dylan and I always come for this lesson. We had a maths test during the usual school hours. Our maths teacher had given us our test script and result.

Dylan answered first. He said, "I can't tell. It's not because I threw the paper away but because I don't like the score".

*evil me😇* so stupid

*me😐* tell me about it.

Charles rubbed his temple.
"Dylan, how many times should I have to tell you that ninety nine percent is not a bad score?"

Wow! He knows Dylan too well.

"I am a freaking maths lover. If I can't get a perfect hundred then I rather get nothing," Dylan snorted and crossed his arms over His chest.

"So dramatic," I mumbled.

"Look who is talking," he mimicked my voice. "You are a bad influence to me..blah..blah.. I will never talk to you again".

"Touchè!" I responded. Chioma giggled behind me.

"Susan, what did you score?" Charles asked and moved towards my desk.