A/N: i changed demis hair and look in the last chapter. last time i described her as herself in 2010, but i changed it to now because i have a plan with it ok just trust me just imagine her as present time ok
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"So, you'll be doing a huge project on all the information you learned last week. So, I'm hoping all of you kept your notes and assignments. The project will be due next month,"
My History teacher stopped in mid-sentence when someone in the class' hand flew up.
"Dylan," He pointed.
"Will this be an individual project?"
"No, this will not be an individual project. You'll be working with a partner, but before you guys start freaking out and giving those weird stares to your best friend, I want you to know that I will be picking your partner. That way, I know that you'll all be on task."
There were multiple groans coming from each student in the classroom.
"It's a huge project, so I'm hoping there will be some good marks. It's 85% of your grade, so that's a huge chunk. Yes, textbooks, books and internet sources are allowed." His eyes scanned the classroom. "Any questions before I get you into your partnerships?"
When there were no questions, he began reading off a list that he had created for this. Let's just hope I'm with someone cool and not somebody I can't stand.
After a few more minutes, I finally heard him say my name. "Brooklyn, you're with Demi."
"What?" I heard Demi speak up,
"You're kidding?" I let out a chuckle, glancing over at my shoulder at Demi.
"Is this a problem, ladies?" He asked.
"I don't want to work with Bitch-lyn."
Bitch-lyn? Really? That was bad, Demi.
"I guess that's too bad, right, Demi? It's just a month. You can survive a month." I watched as Demi shook her head and rolled her eyes at our dumb ass teacher.
"Okay, get to work guys. You have a lot of work to do." Everyone stood up from their chair and made their way over to the partner, while I stayed seated at my desk. Demi could come over here, I wasn't moving.
"Kay, if you think I'm doing anything, then you're wrong because I'm not putting any effort into this project at all. You better be smart, because I don't want to be failing History again, my mom will kill me." Demi stated, dragging her chair behind her and sitting a pretty far distance away from me.
"Well, if you don't want to fail, then you should actually help. You don't want to help, then I'll purposely get a bad mark on this project. So it's either you help and stop complaining, or you fail. You decide."
"Look, Brooklyn, I don't know anything about History because I really don't care about it. So even if I tried to get a good mark on this stupid project, I probably wouldn't."
"Hmm, maybe you should have paid attention then. You have the Internet as well, Demi. Oh, and you know what else we can use? Our notes that we've been taking on this for a least a month now. Which I'm almost positive you actually did."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever, nerd."
I shrugged my shoulders and read over the criteria sheet. There was a lot of shit we needed on this project, I'm not even sure if I'm going to be able to get through a month worth of work with Demi. We haven't even started yet and she's already finding something to complain about. I hated her so much, I swear my teacher put us together on purpose because that's totally something he'd do.
