Teaching Stupidity

4:02 PM

"Hello?"

"Hey...is this Ana?"

"...Maybe. Whom does it concern?"

"She's my study partner?"

"Uh...the phone is breaking up...crackle. Crackle. Can't hear you."

"...That wasn't even paper..."

"CRACKLE. CRACKLE. CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU. BYE."

"Can you not make this harder than it has to be?"

"Excuse me?! Do you know my father?! OR MY MOTHER?! If you don't, consider this a first warning."

"I need you."

"I don't find you hot like everyone else."

"Not like that...not into nerds anyway."

"You...stereotype-ist! Just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I'm bad and ugly. You Frankenstein looking boy you!"

"...Are you going to help me or not?"

"I don't like your tone, asshole."

"Either you help me or not. I really don't care."

"You will care when you're repeating twelfth grade."

"..."

"I thought you wouldn't call, since you have a party tonight, right? That's what jocks do. Party and fail at life."

"That was disrespectful."

"You should meet my parents."

"Can you just help me? At the rate I'm going, I may fail this semester and I won't be able to play football."

"My dad hates football. He won't like you."

"I don't care."

"You should."

"Why?"

"He's very protective...and tall. Super tall...and really smart...and awesome. More awesome than you. Actually, you're not even awesome."

"Isn't he like...fifty?"

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! He's only fourty-two."

"Big difference."

"Shut up! Only he's good at sarcasm!"

"..."

"I'm never helping you. Fail all you want. I don't have to listen to a teacher. Because I'm a gangster. I don't have to coach you. You suck."

"Fine. Don't need you."

"You needed me a few minutes ago."

"Not anymore. Crackle. Crackle. My phone died."

AND IT BEGINSSSS #Jana4Life

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