"Would someone care to tell me about the relationship between solubility and temperature?" asks Mr Gale, his eyes darting around nervously.
Poor guy, it's his first year and Primford Academy assigned him to the "poorest performing" class as they put it. I mean, who could blame them? not many teachers are lining up to teach us.
It's 30 minutes into the lesson and I can easily count at least 6 heads kissing the table with boredom-sleeping, or texting probably. The rest look just as unmotivated. I look at sir in pity, cringing hard at the thought that he's waiting for an answer he'll never get.
My bets are he'll be dipping at max 6 months in.
"Evelyn, any clues?"
Fuck, I stared at him too long. His eyes are boring right into mine, showing a hint of desperation in them. I notice they're red around the edges. Man looks like he's gonna burst into tears any minute.
"Umm...can you repeat the question sir?" My brain short circuited naturally, and I asked him a really dumb fucking question which is only dumb because I know exactly what he asked but of course I don't know the bloody answer so I should've just said no sir I don't know instead of prolonging this mess with not only another question but the most retarded questi-
"He asked for the relationship between temperature and solubility. Answer is the higher the temperature the more solubility. Now just get on with it for fuck's sake. We learnt this shit in year 3 and darling Evie clearly doesn't recall the answer. Unsurprisingly."
The fuck is her problem? I twist slightly and glare at the bitch who just rudely spoke out of turn and embarrassed me like always, Sahar fucking Badawi. She's leaning back with her arms folded and a smug expression at Mr Gale.
"Uh, yes, thank you Sahara, but next time if you want to a-answer please raise your hand or wait to be called on. And don't ever s-s-swear in my class again, hm? Right, let's move on shall we?"
Sahar rolls her large brown eyes, probably at the incorrect pronunciation of her name and then inspects her black polished nails.
Mr Gale's tone is a lot more jovial this time, probably aroused that someone actually knew the answer to his stupid questions for once. Fuck you sir. Okay no, I'm just pissed at Stupid Sahar which is why I'm still glaring at her like a madman while she ignores me.
Then as if she could feel my intense gaze on her she looks up without warning into my eyes directly, making my stomach boil like crazy. Her plump lips twitch into a smirk. Focusing on them entirely, I realise after a few minutes that she was mouthing something.
You're welcome.
What a bitch. I flip her off and turn my body away quickly, my brain playing her smug lips on repeat. My heart is pounding so hard in my ear, that Mr Gale's voice wasn't even coming through.
Why is she even in this class? She always knows every fucking answer whenever the teacher calls on me which she uses to inevitably embarrass me, like its a fucking comedy skit. Other than that I remember seeing her name every year on the Primrose Academic scoreboard and she always used to brag about her perfect grades when we were friends.
Oh yeah, I cannot believe we used to be best friends. But the Sahar now is totally different from the one I knew in primary. She was less bitchy and not a know it all or a show off and had a tolerable personality and was a decent human being.
Then once year 8 came round she just saddled her ass onto her high horse and decided I wasn't good enough for her and literally just stopped speaking to me, no explanation. Am I still bitter about it 3 years later? Fuck yes I'm a petty piece of shit. But maybe, I wouldn't be so bitter if she just left me alone instead of trying to piss me off every opportunity she gets. Its like I'm just so beneath her that queen Sahar doesn't just think I'm not good enough to be her royal companion but that I'm a peasant she can walk all over. Weird example but you get it.
Bell rings and I'm snapped out of my rage filled thoughts. I realise I hadn't listened to a word Mr Gale said since her royal highnesses' interruption and it's another lesson I have no idea what was taught. I groan internally. I always get so heated and lost in my neverending thoughts. Especially concerning my old best friend. Well whatever. I'm in the dumb class for a reason.
Yo this is really short but this story is buzzing around my mind in a plethora of parts and not coming together grrr
