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hour,” he jokes, collecting a few laughs from his admiring clan of girls sitting front and center. He makes a point to make little eye contact with me, and it’s frustrating beyond belief.  
    I want to claim him and crush all those little girls’ hearts by making him mine. “We’re going to start with the boring stuff. I’ll pass around an attendance sheet and then give out the books. I could use some help, please.” Ari picks two girls out from the sea of people, one being Lisa who sways her hips, her eyes locked on Ari like a lioness hunting her prey.  
    I almost get up to give her a piece of my mind, but Ari must feel my anger because he shoots me a stare, silencing me. I frown, crossing my arms and lean back in my seat, pouting. I hate this new Ari who’s all prim and proper and who loves to chastise me. Where’s my motorcycling bad ass at? It’s frustrating being in class with teacher Ari versus my Ari.  
    I never knew Ari could be boring, but his lecture is anything but entertaining. Staring at his toned body and beautiful face doesn’t even help to make the class go by faster. Instead, I doodle the entire time, willing myself to not pass out from sheer boredom. He finally dismisses us, and I linger to talk to him but so do a bunch of other people. I don’t bother waiting for him once the line in front of him surpasses five people, all girls.  
    I rush to my second class, knowing that Kara will be there. I really need someone I feel comfortable with around me. I officially hate Lisa and the way she treats me.
    First of all, I swear the girl flirted with Ari all class, and it grated on my every nerve. Then she would laugh, only shutting up when I peeked back at her, insinuating that the joke was on me. The girl has a major problem with me for no reason at all, and it’s making me livid.  
    I spot Kara when I get into the class room and sit directly next to her. Megan takes the seat behind Kara when she gets in the room and it feels like we’re a cute little friend group and for just a single moment, I let myself revel in it.
    “Hopefully this class is better than the last,” Megan says to me as I turn around in my seat to face her.
    “What did you guys have?” Kara asks us both while she grabs her notebook from her messenger bag on the floor.
    “Stats,” I answer.
    “With Professor A?” Kara’s eyes dart to me, and I try to play it off like it’s not a big deal.
    “Yeah, but I hate math so it was pretty painful at eight a.m.” I laugh it off, but my laugh is forced and painfully awkward.  
    “I hate math, too! We can die together every first period.” Megan smiles over at me, with a genuine toothy grin. Surprisingly enough, Megan is really nice to me, and it makes me think she’s only timid when Lisa is around.  
    As we talk, I start to get a feeling that she only hangs out with Lisa because she’s scared of rebelling. Being with her now is like night and day to statistics class where the duo ignored me.  
    “Welcome class. I’m Professor Lalunis but you can just call me, Miss La. Here’s the agenda for our day…” she trails off, and I can hardly pay attention. I grab my notebook and pen and start copying from the board.
    “We should totally have a sleepover,” Kara whispers, leaning into the aisle so both Megan and I can hear. I glance to the front of the room, and Professor Lalunis has her back to the class while she writes down all the books we’re expected to read this semester, so I know the coast is clear.
    Miss La is young—she looks to only be a few years older than me, but I know she’s much older by the way she acts and speaks. It’s almost like she’s an old grandma but has been placed in a twenty year old body.
    She has light brown hair with inky eyes covered by large glasses straight out of the eighties. She’s wearing a long corduroy dress with an overall top and a long sleeve white turtle neck underneath. It’s not a good look for anyone—grandma or