(Unedited)
[ Chapter F O U R ]
That afternoon I decided to text Dexter and ask him to make plans for a meetup and start working on our project.
Hey! We need to start working on our project. When are you available? -Sam
I erased that.
You free this weekend to work on the project? -Sam
No...
Meet me at the library this Saturday at 10.
Can you?
Please? -Sam
ARGH! Why was this so hard!!
Meet me at the town's library this Saturday at 10 o'clock sharp! Oh, and come alone. -Sam
Now, that sounded more like I wanted to meet him to collect ransom money rather than study. I don't even know why I wrote that. Frustrated, I aimed for the backspace button but ended up pressing send.
I sometimes shocked myself at how talented I am...
Great... just great. Now the Dexter Everett would think that I wasn't just creepy but also a high school student by day and a kidnapper, who collected ransoms, by night.
Not that I cared.
How much money should I bring with? -Dexter
His reply came almost instantly. Was he joking? That couldn't be... but the text was there. Last I heard, Dexter was not a joker. How do I even react to that? I mean that joke, if we could even call it that, sucked.
Bring however much you think is enough. Or else you're putting your grade in jeopardy. -Sam
I decided to go along with it. But unfortunately, it was a bad idea.
Don't you fucking dare mess with my grade. I need to get a good one in order to pass. -Dexter
Well, he was pissed again.
Oh, joy!
That makes two of us. I typed but I didn't send it. He didn't need to know that I'm already failing history, like a lot of my other classes.
Just because I was the quiet girl who didn't socialise with every fucking student at school, I was automatically put in the 'nerd' category. But I was far from that. I didn't have excellent grades and I wasn't a teacher's pet, they actually couldn't stand me usually. And I most certainly was not afraid of giving someone who pissed me off a piece of my mind.
I decided to just ignore his text and prepared to go to bed.
"Good night, I'm going to sleep!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs once I was dressed in my pyjamas and my teeth were freshly brushed.
I got a bunch of "nights" from my family members and with that, I went to bed.
Once in it, I wrapped myself up with my duvet and raised both my legs so that the duvet would go under my feet and protect them from the cold, then I tucked it under me from both sides. Once that my cocoon was warmly wrapped around me, I took my arms out from under the duvet and picked up my phone.
You see every day I went to bed at ten and I had 'my time' from then to eleven. At eleven I was supposed shut my phone or laptop or closed my book or whatever it was that I was doing and closed my eyes.
As you can imagine, it never went according to plan.
As soon as I unlocked my phone, a text notification popped up. It was from Dexter.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Grade Guaranteed
Humor"I'm not a bad boy," he stated. I fold my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. "And I'm not a good girl," I replied. *** Sam hated Dex. She thought that he was a bad boy and he thought that she was a good girl. Little did they know that...
