It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 6

There was a girl sitting at the table across the aisle from me, her phone turned to me as she smiled behind the camera.

It felt as if everyone was holding their breath, wondering what the hell I was about to do.

Impulsively I thought back to what I just talked about and made a joke out of it.

I looked directly at the girl's phone and held up my pointer finger and thumb, so they were close together.

I mouthed the words, "His dick's small." before walking towards the entrance of the cafeteria.

The room erupted in laughter as I glared at the two, passing them on my way out. I didn't know where I was going, but I had twenty minutes left of lunch.

I'm sure I could find something to do.

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The scene I had made during lunch spread like wildfire and by the time I had gotten to last period, everyone had known what I said.

The video was uploaded to a school account followed by basically the entire student body.

My last class was science which was pretty much a free period. Mrs. Mullins could care less about our class, staying on her phone the entire period

Like I always did, I walked to the back of the class and slumped into my seat. Everyone else filed in and took their seats, my eyes shifted to one person in particular as he took his self-assigned seat in front of me.

God it's cold in here.

I really need to start bringing a sweatshirt. Mrs. Mullins never turns the air conditioner off.

I was about to put my earbuds in when Mrs. Mullins, who's voice I probably haven't heard in over a week, called the class's attention.

I looked towards her desk as she stood up. "I'm assigning you an end of the year project," she started.

The entire class groaned.

"I'm looking for completion, but you have all week to work on this so I expect it to be nice." she points out. "Just choose any topic you've learned over the years and make a poster about it."

She went around the class and handed out a paper and attached to the back was a rubric.

"I'm allowing you to choose one person to work with if you'd like, so find your partners now if you want one." she explained, heading back to the front.

Everyone stood up with the most interest I've seen in a while and walked around to try and find a partner.

Most girls flocked over to Jackson, except two girls who actually used their brains. Priya and one of her friends—Sabine I think was her name, were the only girls not begging Jackson to be their partner.

I rolled my eyes at the sight in front of me as he entertained all of them at the same time. I was halfway down the directions when I felt someone staring at me.

"Sorry girls, but I already have a partner." I heard Jackson lie and laughed to myself.

Looking up I saw that he was staring right at me. My face drops, "Oh, we are not being partners."

"Says who?" he presses.

"Says me. I'd rather die than be stuck with you." I fire back.

"Well too bad," he smiles.

My frown deepens before I catch Mrs. Mullins walking our way. Without hesitation Jackson blurts out, "Emery and I are partners!"

"No we're not!" I place the paper back down and sit up.

"You and Emery?" Mrs. Mullins asks to clarify, her pen held steadily in her hand.

"Yes," he says.

"No." I say at the same time, but I think he said his answer too loud.

"Alright, anyone else want to tell me their partner?" Mrs. Mullins turns around to ask the rest of the class.

I groaned and hid my face in my hands.

This cannot be happening.

"Can I switch my partner?" I asked, loud enough for her to hear me this time.

"Sorry. Once I write your names together, there's no switching." she said without a care.

Oh c'mon.

Jackson laughed in front of me which only made me more irritated.

"Ok class, you can start working now or choose not to. I just want it to be done by class on Friday!" Mrs. Mullins announced before taking her regular seat at her desk.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" I mutter to him.

"I sacrifice myself to watch you suffer," he shrugs, standing up from his chair. "So when are you gonna do this poster?" he asks, taking the seat next to me.

"You mean when are we?" I correct him. "You chose to be my partner, which means you're doing work."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." he laughs. "I'm a very busy person."

My scowl deepens but my irritation rises. "Fuck you." I blurt, again, without thinking.

Let's hope no one else heard that.

"You sure say that a lot." he smirks. "I'm starting to think you actually want to."

His joke hit a nerve with me. I would never in a million years.

"Ew. Not happening even if you were the last person on earth. I'd rather kill you at that point." I roll my eyes.

He gives me this annoying smirk before fixing his hat, making sure the brim was centered at the back of his head.

Impulsively, I snatched it off his head and hit him with it again for the third time today.

I can't believe I have to work with such an idiot.

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Hope you guys liked this part!!

I wonder how this project will go...

Thoughts??