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Fame & Knowledge | Jadewoof and Flip Jester Boy

Jadewoof

underwater gem
@Flip Jester Boy


"Victoria."


I dazed in and out of sleep, subconsiously gnawing on the end of my pen. Is there cheer practice today even though its raining? I don't want to get muddy. I quickly pulled out a wipe from my bag and sweeped in over my pen, but it wound up back in between my teeth within seconds.


"Victoooria."


A bird hovered near the window, pecking at the birdfeeder that Mrs. Green had hung up last semester. It occasionally bumped in to the window, which averted the attention of everyone for varying periods of time, depending on what the bird did afterwards. Watching birds stuff food in their beaks was more fun then listening to the geometry teacher ramble.


"Mrs. Arena!"


"Whozi-whahnow?" I asked groggily, batting my eyes and allowing my pen to drop to my desk. The geometry teacher was almost on top of me, squinting at me through her thick glasses.


"Pay attention, Victoria. Don't forget, you failed this information on our last assesment." The class began to murmur and stifle laughter as I shrunk in to my seat. Annoying bitch.


Before I could even stand up and demand she apologize before I inform my daddy's lawyers of this cruel harrassment, the bell to go to next period rang. Finally, the only class I didn't really hate: sociology. I more or less didn't hate it because I sat in the back on my phone all class and didn't pay attention, but it was nothing of my concern. As I took my seat in the chatting class, I began to drift away from thought as I scanned the room. My eye caught this one weird ass loner kid who sits next to me. His nose always seemed to be stuck in a book when everyone else chatted, so I never really payed much mind to him. Whatever. I began texting Daniella about our next cheer routine the second class began.
 
Vincent kept his head in his book, but he could see the girl next to him texting someone about something out of the corner of his eye. "You know, if you wanna pass this class, you should pay attention more," he said in a sarcastic tone. "Unless that's what you're aiming for." He didn't even look up from his book, not wanting to lose his place. Vincent hated the fact that he was sitting next to a popular person, but what could he do about it? Whenever he has to sit next to someone from the popular crowd, he has to hide whatever he's writing from that person so he or she doesn't cheat off him.
 
Tori scoffed, carefully extracting a nail file from her purse to occupy herself. "Grades are pointless and stupid. Plus, Mrs. Heckle doesn't give a damn." She laughed quietly, nodding her head toward the frail woman that stood at the front of the room. She spoke softly and shook when she pointed, and probably didn't even have the energy to ensure that people were passing. The second that Tori looked up, she took note of the old teacher writing names on the board with the title "Sociology Project" written as a title of sorts. She stopped midway, collapsing in to her chair with exhaustion.


"I'll announce the partnerships orally. Next is Victoria and Vincent, which will-"


"Excuse me, may I work alone?" She immediately interrupted the teacher, who shot her an odd look.


"Of course not! If you had paid attention, Ms. Arena, you would know that these partners will study each others behaviour and thoughs for the next 4 weeks and-"


"Excuse me, I have a note from my father asking that I don't expose myself to anything that could trigger my agoraphobia." She interrupted yet again, waving a slip of paper in the air.


"Agoraphobia, Ms. Arena, is avoiding hard to escape places to alleviate anxiety."


"Excuse me, I have a note from my father asking that I don-"


"Please stop, Ms. Arena. This project is mandatory."


She sighed in defeat and slunk in her chair, squinting at Vincent. This was going to be a hard 4 weeks.
 
Vincent shut his book as he placed it back in his bag. "Well, if it's mandatory, might as well get it done," Vincent said, shutting his eyes. "Besides, It shouldn't be that hard to analyze a popular person. Mrs. Heckle could have at least given me someone harder to look into rather than a hoity-toity cheerleader who thinks of no one but herself." Vincent said this out loud so that Tori could hear him. He was glad and prepared to give the person next to him a hard time of figuring him out. "Besides, it's the quiet ones that people barely notice who are more interesting."
 
Tori began whipping her head around the classroom and scooting over toward him angrily, whispering so no one could hear. "I'll let you off with a warning, freak-zilla, just this once. Neither of us want to be here so let's just get through it and continue hating each other. But don't ever speak to me like that, mister!" She began scolding as if she were a mother, rambling to her partner like it was her job. Before she knew it, the bell to go home rang, and she let a sigh of relief escape from her. As she began gathering her stuff, she wondered when they were going to begin the project.
 
"Who said I didn't want to be here? I actually enjoy learning," Vincent said, eventually tuning out Tori as he listened in to what the teacher was saying. As the bell rang, Vincent put his books into his bag and pulled out his headphones, putting those on his head as he got up and walked out of the classroom while listening to music.
 

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