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~ sweaty boys in football outfits. Who knew I'd like it this much
I sip my capri sun that Abigail forced into my mouth and we sit in the bleachers watching as the guys held their practice. Sure we're supposed to be in class but this is way more fun
"Has anyone done their homework?!"
Daphne scribbles down math equations trying to finish before we have to turn it in. Me and Abigail shake our head no "we never do the homework." I admit
She pushes her glasses up on her nose "why? It's for a grade, we have a test tomorrow."
I shrug. Why trouble myself with something I don't want or know how to do?
"Caddel, Taylor, Parker!"
We all look over at coach who's glaring at us "get the hell off my field. You're distracting my men!"
I hate her. Ever since they got a new couch this bitch hasn't let anyone set foot on this field unless you wore one of those tight ass outfits. I want to see my man, he has a great butt
"Move or I inform your teachers your skipping class!"
That'll do it.
We get up and run back into the school. Going our separate ways I walk into my chemistry class. People stare but of course I don't pay any attention to it and take my seat at the back next to Addison.
Brody sits beside us with his partner Felix who talks to absolutely no one
"Where were you?" Addy asks me
"Watching guys sweat on a field."
"That's disgusting."
I shrug "Abigail was there as well."
The white vile in her hand breaks and I smirk. She's so cute when she gets jealous over my friend
I move my stool closer to her so I can copy all notes I've missed. Mr. Carter writes down some shit we're supposed to copy. I do it because it looks important.
"For the next week you and your partner will be learning and demonstrating chemical reactions. What images come to mind when we hear the phrase chemical reaction?"
He looks around and I duck hoping he-
"Ms. Caddel how about you tell me."
Fuck!
"You were late after all. You get it correct I excuse you and your partner from afternoon detention."
My mouth drops open and I look at Addison who's glaring at me saying "you get this wrong and I wring you by your neck."
I sit up straight and think before I let something stupid spill from my lips "can you ask again?"
He nods "What images come to mind when we hear the phrase "chemical reaction?"
