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“I won't,” I assured him.

“Come on, man,” he said, sounding baffled. “I know that you like doing what you want, but the principal’s office is a big deal. You have to go.”

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth, “I’ll just go see what he has to say. I’ll talk myself out of trouble, don’t you worry.”

I was confident that no one could bring me down. What was a stupid organic chemistry assignment worth anyway?

Chapter 6

Bryan

I tapped my feet against the floor impatiently, looking at my watch.

“I really don’t have time for this,” I mumbled to myself, “ I can’t believe I’m having to go to the fucking principal's office.”

It seems like it was a busy day for troublemakers. The principal was already in a meeting with one of the freshmen who had gotten into trouble with some of his classmates after a fight broke out. In comparison, my crimes seemed pretty tame. I just didn’t turn in a stupid assignment.

How bad could the consequences be?

“Bryan…”

I nearly jumped up in my seat. Turning around, I saw a pair of big hazel eyes staring back at me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, furrowing my brow. “Don’t tell me you have a meeting with the principal too.”

“Don’t be crazy,” she reprimanded me and then took a seat up next to me. Once seated, she laced her fingers together nervously, and I could sense a nervous energy rolling off of her. “I’ve never been in trouble.”

“Knew it, goody two-shoes,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But you know what? I’m so bored right now that I’ll let you stay, even if you’re Raggedy Romai.”

“Wow,” she muttered sarcastically. “How would I ever return the favor?”

“You can’t.”

She looked at the floor once again and tucked a piece of her curly brunette hair behind her ear.

“I saw that you got in trouble again with the principal.”

“Big deal,” I scoffed, shrugging my shoulders as if to play it off, “You are such a goody two shoes that you don’t even know what it’s like to get into trouble, but most of us don’t really mind having a little meeting with the principal every now and then.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been inside there for anything other than praise.”

“And that’s why you’re the fucking loser out of the two of us.”

I noticed that she began fiddling with her thumbs once again. Her nervousness seemed to have spread to the rest of her body, and she was tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. My curiosity began to pique.

“Did you get lost on your way here?” I asked her. “Because you still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“I actually…,” she said as if she was mustering up all her strength to say the words to me.

“You better make it quick,” I egged her on, “I don’t want to waste too much of my time talking to the biggest loser around.”

“Bryan,” she said, straightening up her back. “I know that you have a problem, and I know exactly what you need.”

“I don’t have any problems,” I replied immediately, “Problems are only for losers like you. Winners like me only have solutions.”

“Well, you really seem not to have found a solution for your horrific grades.”

She had a point there.

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