🅒🅗🅐🅟🅣🅔🅡 ①④ - I'd Rather Fail!

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So when I did think about the notes, I decided to put each and every possibility in the open. Starting from the worst all the way to the it's not even a problem ones. From my dark past till just a prank! And then I had my list of suspects ready, all I had to do was figure out if it was even someone from that list.

I went to the place that seemed to regularly give everyone their dose of daily drama, school! And I did get my dose today. We got the marks for our project. I knew it was perfect, and to prove my point, we got a straight and nice A+.

We were in the school's garden when the drama decided to start.

At first, Louis looked like he was heading towards us but changed his mind. He looked mad. And by mad, I didn't mean angry, I meant crazy. When Sky finally noticed his pacing back and forth, she decided to just call him. He looked startled but headed to us anyways.

"Umm.. hey?" Louis said avoiding eye contact, I had never seen him like that before. That was a huge transformation.

"Don't you want to thank someone for umm... I don't know, getting an A+?" Sky asked him teasingly. Louis shook his head.

"I always get As!" He stated, shrugging. Something was telling me that was a lie. And by something I mean the way Jason doubled in laughter.

"That was a good joke man." Jason patted him on his back, his breath still uneven. Louis then sighed. And took a deep breath then a few deep breaths closing his eyes. He looked like he was going to commit suicide.

"Thank you for helping me." Louis said too fast that I barely made out the words "nerd." He added, nice and clear. Sky then held her phone up showing us all that she got everything in record. She played it over and over. Louis looked like he would murder her.

"Can you please repeat what you said? It was too fast" I said teasing him.

"Never." And just like that, he left as fast as he could. Maybe that was a bit too much to ask. I did know he wouldn't repeat it. But it was fun anyway.

I was heading to my next and last class of the day when Aurora decided it was a good time to text me.
Aurora: I tweeted that you're having a meet and greet using your twitter. It's for charity so I know you wouldn't mind. It's on Saturday, call me whenever you can and I'll tell you the details. Enjoy school!

Two words. Oh, God!

Why couldn't I sleep a whole weekend? Like seriously! Ten seconds later, Ron texted. I grinned at the phone; I knew it would be a stupid question. And that was what it was!

Ron: Red or black?

Me: What?

Ron: Personally, I'd love red but most girls say black

Me: Are you drunk?

I was in the mood for teasing him. And it wasn't like he was making any sense!

Ron: Nope! I'm asking you what you're going you wear for the party

Me: What party?

Was he talking about graduation? Because that was still months.

Ron: The one I'm inviting you to right now. Keep up!

Me: That's how you invite a lady?

Ron: Well not usually. But that party has Cinnamon in it. In addition to Black Eyes.

One word. Shit!

Me: Unfortunately, I have things to do.

Ron: Oh, come on. You don't even know when it is.

But I do!

Me: When is it?

Ron: Tomorrow at eight.

Me: Bad luck. I do have something very very important to attend. Family-related so I can't ditch it. Sorry.

Ron: :'(

I headed to class, the teacher asked me to meet her at the principal's office. That might sound like trouble but I wasn't in trouble... I hoped.

I followed her through halls to where I was needed. The secretary greeted us and told us to get in. For some reason, this was making my heart beat faster. I hoped it was just a bit of paranoia.

They both kept talking. Giving too many introductions to why I was there. The only thing that registered in my mind was when the teacher said I had to teach some students Chemistry; because they were almost failing it. I would get bonus marks in any other subject in return and I hated Maths. So I thought it was a win-win. Until I knew who I was teaching. Five students including Adam and Louis!

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