𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘 - 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜!

14. Wrong answers for dumb brains

About 10 left in class and Jackie started making me laugh and I couldn't hold in my laughter.

I looked at Jackie then my eyes met Emily's and I started laughing harder. It wasn't really about anything it was just- they looked funny.

We were at the back of the class so it wasn't like anyone could hear it but I was dying.

My stomach started hurting really bad from keeping in the laughter.

The class ended with me and Jackie walking to other second one. We both started laughing as we walked in.

Emily wasn't in this nor was Alex but the classes change every few days. I don't know this school is weird. I have like 2 classes everyday and then like 2 classes come together 3 times a week.

David was in this class along with Dayven and Cameron as he was in the first class as well.

Emily's here like 3 times a week when the classes get together. And me and Jackie.

Usually when Emily's here she sits between David and Alexis but now that Dayven has entered the class the teacher put her in between David and Dayven because he knew they would talk if she wasn't in between them. Cameron is right next to Dayven which the teacher is gonna regret. I'm right across Dayven while Jackie is behind me and Alexis is next to me.

They all sat down and Dayven saw that I was across from him. His smile formed a little smirk shortly after that as he leaned back in his chair.

The lesson began and none of us talked.

45 minutes later

"Alright, do the quick. Please."

as I was packing my stuff and my head was low a voice came from above.

"so where's it" I looked behind me and the deep voice revealed Dayven, he was standing behind me.

"What class?" I threw my backpack over my shoulder as I faced him.

"History?" He frowned.

"Alright, history we go" I smiled and turned out of class

"say less" his smile under his breath. I could tell he was smiling behind me.

"Imma show you this for 3 days and I'm gonna done so pay attention.." I told him while walking to the class beside him. "I can't!!" he said proudly smiling.

"Why not?" I turned around, walking in front of him, confused. He handed me his schedule and he had 3 period with me, 3 period, and the last 5 and 7 period as well.

"Why do you have  4 periods with me... I'm a junior and you're a senior?" I questioned looking at the schedule still. "You. Are. Asking. The. Wrong person. Ma'am" he leaned in closed to my face, stared at my eyes. then snatched the paper out of my hands and walked away.  "Ahy ahyyy... somethings wrong with your classes" I said and ran after him. Nothing was really wrong I don't even know why I said that it was just weird since he had so many classes with mine but i guess not really since like in all those classes are like 10 juniors and all 25 seniors. Soooo that's maybe how it is.

I think he saw the class right ahead of us because he walked straight to it while I entered the room being annoyed of him.

Fucking hell.

The entire class had different seats and the only reason he was near me was because the teacher forced me to give him the notes.

He bothered me the entire class asking which part and taking my pencils, papers, books, and my notes.

"Fucking hell" he whispered to himself behind annoyed. I let out a deep giggle when his eyes met mine as he frowned.

"Don't start" he looked back.
I covered my mouth with my long sleeved jacket to hide the smile.
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The last thing I remember was a hand on my lower back.

"Wavily?" A girls voice was right in front of me.

My head got up surprised when my book was between Dayven and a girl in front of me that I kinda know.

"This or this?" She pointed at her finger which was pointing at a paragraph and another one which was another one big paragraph.

The paragraphs were big and seemed like a lot of reading.

I looked at her confused.

"Oh shit, have you gotten the answers?" Her British accent coming through.

"Uhh." My eyebrows met as I looked at Dayven. The Asshole was in his phone.

His eyes met mine and then hers.

"What?" He questioned.

"Number 6?" I asked for the answer.

"Paragraph 3" he answered shortly.
"It's 1 or 2?"
"3"

"3 is not the option"
"But it's 3" he simply looked at me.

I took his notebook and my eyes scanned the answer.
Paragraph 3.

"Look at paragraph one and two. They both talk about the reasons not how it ended."

Fuck, he's right.

Was my thought when I looked over the answers.

The girl turned back when she got her answers and I'm just fucked.

I didn't bother to change it. I just dropped my head back down and slept hoping to not wake up for the next 3 hours.