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Soph basically laughed her way into McDonald's, and it is quite the walk there. "I just can't believe you called her Satan," she says between laughs. "That's so funny, poor woman."

"It isn't that funny," I say rolling my eyes. "Soph, it's your duty to be on my side. It's poor me, not poor woman. Have you forgotten what she did to me? Satan gave me detention for one whole week, including Friday, who does that? Either I fall in love or fall into insanity."

"Or — you don't fall in love nor into insanity."

"I'm a lesbian, Soph. We don't work like that."

"I get it, I'm straight and even I would fall in love with that woman. Tall; sarcastic; rich; extremely toxic; basically a mommy," she says counting on her fingers.

"Sophie Abebe, you are not straight."

"No, I am straight, for now," she says as we finally make it into the fast-food restaurant. "Women intimidate me, dude. But I do want to experiment."

"Well, that makes you bicurious."

"That sounds too official, maybe I'll never have the courage and then I'll feel like a bicurious failure," she says dramatically as we order our food through the self-ordering kiosk. "But back to Ms. Bootylicious —"

I interrupt her with a groan, she'll never let this go. "She's not as mean as I thought she would be — no, she's definitely mean — just not as mean."

She scoffs.

"You're not helping, Soph."

"Anna, the woman gave you a whole week of detention for using your phone on the first day. You're just saying that because she's hot."

"Well — you're right."

• •

Today I was early at school, I didn't want to get in any more trouble with Miss Evans. In reality, I actually wanted to get closer to her, impress her maybe?

I walk up to my locker remembering what she had said about me not bringing anything to her class and got my calculus notebook out. It was really just a random notebook I have had around my locker for some years now, I don't even remember buying it. Maybe I just borrowed it from someone at some point — well, now it's mine.

I still have around 10 minutes until the first bell and the hallways were empty. People don't get here until the last minute really.

Soph and the small group of people that I know are nowhere to be found, it's pretty obvious they wouldn't come to school this early — everyone except one.

I know I can always find her where the nerd students hang aka the student council room, Jenny Waterson as beautiful as ever. I will be honest here, I kinda had a crush on her but honestly who wouldn't? Beautiful and smart, these kinds of people only exist in movies and books.

She still hasn't noticed me looking through the little window on the door, she's too busy looking through a pile of papers. I could knock but I decided to just stare until she senses someone is looking.

"For how long have you been standing there looking at me?" She asks, opening the door, an amused smile on her face.

"Just for a few seconds," I smirk. "You have a good 6th sense."

Although I kind of like her and I'm sure she kind of likes me too, I don't think we would make a good pair — because first, she has extremely Catholic parents and well, I'm Jewish. Even though religion shouldn't matter, it does, not for me of course but the last thing I want to deal with right now are angry Christian parents.

Also, I don't want to be the one she experiments on, I'm an emotional kind of person.

We talked for a while until it was almost time and walked together to our classroom, turns out we had calculus together and I didn't know.

"How come I didn't see you yesterday in class?" It's not like I wouldn't notice such a nice booty.

"That's because I wasn't here yesterday," she chuckles. "I just arrived yesterday from vacation and I didn't come in time to attend the first class."

"How bad of you," I smirk at her, making a faint blush appear on her face.

The first bell rang right when we were just around the corner to our classroom, Ms. Evans is standing by the door waiting for all the students to come in with a very null expression. That's definitely the sight of someone that hates their job.

"Is that the teacher everyone is talking about?" Jen whispers to me as we approach the door.

"Yup," I say simply. "Good morning, Ms.," we say almost in unison, receiving just a nod from her.

"She definitely looks like what the rumors say," she whispers to me again now inside the classroom, grabbing my arm and dragging me to one of the front seats. "You never pay attention when you sit in the back, Anna."

"What do the rumors say?" I ask, raising my eyebrows, I couldn't raise just one.

"A lot of things," she says simply just as the last bell rang.

After all, it wasn't such a bad idea to sit in the front, the view was great and Ms. Evans' surprised face to see me at the front was greater.

As always the class is passing awfully slow and my only consolation is to discreetly stare at Ms. Evans derriere while she's writing on the board. I swear I'm not a pervert, I'm just a teenager... Which you know, same.

Unexpectedly though when Miss Evans was not looking, Jenny passed me a piece of paper. After making sure the coast was free I opened it carefully, reading what is inside: 'I know you're looking at her butt, close your mouth you're being too obvious.'

She's trying to contain a laugh when I look back at her and damn I can feel my face burning hotter than the sun. And, of course, to make things worse when I look up Ms. Evans is suddenly staring at me. "May I see what is written on that piece of paper or would you rather read it to the rest of the class?"

I'd rather jump out of a window, Miss.

"It's personal, ma'am."

"Is it now?" she asks sarcastically, stretching her arm in my direction. "Hand it over, Miss Krause."

If possible my face goes even redder as I slowly hand her the piece of paper. She reads it looking back at me afterward with a serious expression, I quickly avert my eyes from hers, I'm way too embarrassed to make eye contact. I can't believe I'm in such a cringe situation. "Pay attention," she says simply, turning around to continue writing on the board.

I look back at Jenny, she eyes me with apologetic eyes but she's obviously still trying to contain a laugh. She better run because I'm going to bite her head off.

I'm definitely not looking forward to detention today. Thinking back, I really should have just shoved that piece of paper down my throat.

And if things couldn't get worse I made the terrible mistake of telling Soph what happened, I think you know what came next..

Soph literally laughed her ass off in all the classes we had together, breaks, and until the last moment when we had to go to detention. Yes, we — she has gotten detention in one of our classes because of it. And in another, the teacher actually had to send her out, yet she stayed outside quite clearly still laughing, we could still hear her snickering behind the door.

I walk slouchy to the door, the tardy bell is just about to ring and all I want to do is turn around and run as fast as I can away from here. I don't have time to decide though, the door opened before I could.

Ms. Evans looks down at me boringly. "You're late."

"Yeah, sorry about that, Ms.," I say glancing around the classroom. There's no one else. "Am I really the only one that dares to annoy you?" I ask, sitting down in one of the front seats.

"I rarely need to send students to detention." She says leaning on her desk crossing her arms. "But I have to set the example on the first day, just so they know what to expect."

"And I was the lucky one huh? Are you sure you don't hate me?"

"You were just the first to misbehave, it's not that deep, Miss Krause."

Ladies and germs, this woman right here is a bloody sadist.

"Well, you made sure to remember my last name," I say crossing my arms.

She doesn't say anything, she just lets out a low chuckle. Gotcha.

I was about to boast about it but before I could so much as open my mouth, she picked up a thick book from her desk, throwing it onto mine. A Calculus exercise book.

"How good are you at calculus?" She asks, sitting in a chair in front of my desk.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, I guess 0 is a good comparison to my skills," I half-joke, making Ms. Evans slightly roll her eyes.

"We have a lot of work ahead then," she sighs, opening the first page of the book. "So, let's start."

Oh no.