Chapter 3

"Grace are you ready for school?!" Josh yelled from downstairs as I finished my hair. I was wearing a pair of dark long overalls with a white croptop with one shoulder undone and my white vans. My hair was in a high ponytail as I grabbed my backpack, meeting Josh downstairs. 

"Go change." He groaned and I rolled my eyes, packing my lunches for the day. Yes, lunches meaning multiple because I literally eat fruit in every class not joking and Salad for lunch. 

"Grace. Seriously." "No." I scoffed, sliding my backpack over my shoulder and met him in his black dodge charger. We stopped at McDonalds for breakfast before going into the hell hole we call school. 

Westmount overfill was here and we were not happy, especially Josh since he had to make it known I was off limits. 

"Hey Leslie, you look cute today!" A few girls said as I passed them in the hall, they were smiling at me and I only returned the gesture and thanked them, being pulled by Josh. I saw the familiar faces of the 5 guys from last week here, the tall one looked surprised to see me as I passed them, eating my oatmeal. 

"Hi Leslie!" Someone said from beside Louis, he was in his own group. 

"Hi." I smiled as he walked over to me, Josh only glared at him. "I picked you up some fruit, I know you like it. It's your favorite, Mango." He grinned sheepishly and I awed. 

"Awe, thank you so much Tim. It means alot." I smiled and he freaked out I knew his name to his friends as Josh frowned. "Don't eat that." "I do what I want regardless of what you say Joshua." I hummed eating my oatmeal awkwardly since I was carrying two cups. 

"You don't have to be so nice to people." He warned me as he lead me to my locker, opening it for me since I was preoccupied. 

"I like being nice. It earns me stuff, see if you were nicer maybe they'd get you a fruit cup." "I don't enjoy fruit cups like you, Grace. I enjoy women, particularly mine but I like the attention I get." "I get attention from guys but I don't enjoy it." "I don't allow it. Difference." He said with a low growl. 

"Let me find out Grace. Let me find out you have something with a boy and I'll fuck you up in more ways than one." He warned before placing a kiss on my head and walking off with his football jocks. I laughed bitterly to myself, throwing away my food and took my journals that I needed for my English class. 

I went in to see Louis and tall curly in this class. I walked in to see our class had went from 10 to 20 really quickly and it frightened me but nonetheless I wasn't worried. 

"You need to get out that seat! She sits there!" Ken growled at a Westmount girl who took my seat. 

"Don't be rude, Ken. It doesn't have my name on it. I don't mind sitting in the back." I warned him, he let out a string of curses as he couldn't mess with me and I sat at the table in the front of the doorway. My group of idiots joined me, laughing at what Tim had bought me this morning. I just rolled my eyes, opening my journal and took out a pencil from my food filled backpack. 

"Alright! To those who are just joining me I'm Ms. Fitz, your English teacher." Ms. Fitz, we called her by her first name which is Terri, babbled on but I just simply ate. She would occasionally look over to see if I'm paying attention to her history lectures to find me with my mouth full of fruit. 

"Ms. Ibarra, are you even paying attention?" She snapped after 20 minutes of looking over. 

"Yeah." 

"Really? What did we just discuss?" She was annoyed but I groaned, eating one more spoon of mangos before sitting straight. 

"Like previous slide or like in general?" 

"General." 

"You talked about the French Revolution which I have to correct you that you have the date starting on October 16, 1793 but the actual start date of the entire revolution is on May the 5 of 1789, years prior. The date listed on your slide, I believe like 3 slides back, is the day that Marie Antoinette died of decapitation for her extreme fascination of cake by the people she ruled over." I shrugged eating the last of my fruit before throwing the cup away and she widened her eyes. 

"You're wrong." She said and I shook my head no. 

"No, I love history. It's my favorite subject, Ms. Fitz. I'm good at dates and I'm 100 percent sure it began on May 5, 1789. Fact check if you must but I want it to be known that I eat in every single one of my classes, not just yours, and I pay attention. I also know that you're going to make us do a history paper in pairs because you forgot to take it out of your slides for the second slide which you skipped over." I hummed, drinking a sip of my water as she took her phone out to google. 

"You're right. My mistake." She gasped, astounded as the class clapped and cheered for me, quickly before she proceeded with the lessons. 

"Everyone is assigned a partner for the assignment tomorrow. All pairs are final! No changing or exchanging!" She warned as we exited to my next class, History. 

I groaned as I got in to see Randy Red, my teacher, yes like the color, handing out tests from last week. I sat at my desk and laid my head down on it, ready for my failing grade instead was met with green eyes sitting infront of me in the row. 

"You alright, love?" He asked and I looked to see curly was in here with me. 

"Nope, pretty sure I bombed thi-" 

"You scored a 100 you dweeb." Mr. Red smacked my paper down on my desk and I widened my eyes. 

"Are you serious?" I looked at it to see a 100 on it. 

"Ha. Nerd!" Josh slapped my paper down on my desk as he came in to collect his own paperwork. "Stop being a jerk." I pushed him, he only laughed and pressed a kiss to my head before running out. 

"Boyfriend?" 

"No, I don't have one. I'm not allowed to have one because of him." I explained and took out fruit, offering some to him, he only laughed and shook his head no. 

"Your entire class average was a 37. Only 1 person passed and she passed with a 100. The rest of you failed. Correction forms are on my desk and I expect you in my tutoring today after school and all week!" Red lectured but I ignored completely and began doodling in my journal.