Forced Arrangements

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The sound of forks, spoons and knives hitting the porcelain plates had stopped and so had chattering that was going on a few seconds ago. F

u are doing and shut your

the person who has decided to grace us with their presents. I do not h

pair of pink bow shaped lips, there is no denying that she is goodamn gorgeous. And her long strawberry

up and see people bowing down to her. The idea made me roll my eyes inwards and I buried my face furthermore into my plate, stuffing my mouth with the mac and cheese in my plate

r glare lingers on me before she starts walking towards me.I looked around to see if there is any of her groupie anywhere near me. I see none. Aside from me, nobody is sitting in this corner,

ut as soon as she

ing close, w

at and keep my focus on the current important thing, which is eating. Doing that automatically killed two beds with one stone. Firstly I will get to f

a paper in front

the top, in bold capital lette

at is f

oking directly at her for the first time since she walked in here. I should have known she was bring

alligan and that placed me right next to Cavallari fucking Meagan. We both had tried to talk Mr. Wilson so we could swap partners, but we both couldn't sway him so we were stuck together for the whole of our senior year. We had tried to be civil for once, work togeth

o get another B because you can't be a grown up for once an

literally squashed,' I

moment. I had way too much on my plate. And when the fuck did Mr. fucking Wilson add his damn stupid assigme

e keeps her head held up and adding a little sway which I am sure it's not because she wants attent

ink about deducting the time for the monthly fraternity meeting that I can not miss later tonight. I am sure she had the ass

on and slammed my spoon on the tab

finish up that paper. I should not worry about Cavallari and the assignment, but I can't help it. I thought of sabotaging again and writing at sub par but I have gotten us enough Cs to last us