"Tyler!" Mrs. Wilson called. "We're still waiting on your presentation."
I rolled my eyes, drumming my nails on the desk.
"Do you have the project completed or not?" Mrs. Wilson asked Tyler.
"Yeah, I'm just pulling up the YouTube link to send you to," Tyler answered, in a monotone voice.
"How many views?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Over 9,000," he answered, with a smirk.
Tyler's videos always got the most views. Not only because he was cute, but also because he was good at covers of songs.
Tyler set down his iPad before heading to the front of the classroom. "I did a cover of Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z's new song Suit and Tie."
"How would you grade it on a scale of 1-10?" Mrs. Wilson asked.
I rolled my eyes. He always gave the same answer.
"A definite 10."
Instead of going back to sit with DeAndre, he sat down next to me, a smile on his face.
"What do you want King?" I asked.
"To see your face when you hear my cover."
I turned my attention to the projector. Tyler was cocky, but not usually to this extent. So he was either really proud of his work or just feeling like a bigger dick than usual.
The singing started as soon as the video. I have to admit, he looked good. He was in a suit and tie, and DeAndre was playing the keyboard.
His rendition of the song was beautiful, and I knew that I'd go home and listen to it again. It was his best one so far.
"Alright," Mrs. Wilson said, once the video ended. "Everyone in my Advanced Class please write your rating on a paper on turn it in."
"I have Shane's," DeAndre called, standing up.
"What?" Tyler asked.
"Shane sent me his rating."
"Well write it down and turn it in," Mrs. Wilson instructed.
I gave him a perfect 10, which I never give to anybody, and turned in his rating.
"Who am I still waiting on?" Mrs. Wilson asked, after I turned mine in.
"Me," Trinity said, standing up and handing in her folded paper.
The average of the papers was your score. So if your average was 8, your score was 80 out of 100. It was solely based on the students.
"We need to talk about Showcase," I said to Tyler.
"What about it?" Tyler asked, turning to face me.
"We need to practice Tyler. Showcase is in two weeks!"
His jaw dropped. "Bullshit."
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, my house after school then?"
"No, in three weeks," he said, sarcastically.
"Well maybe I had plans."
"Well maybe you should cancel them." He rolled his eyes, and then his face went blank. He cursed under his breath.
"Oh do you have plans?"
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...