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****Tuesday, Fourth period****

Sighing to himself as the chemistry teacher droned on, Carmine Vantas absentmindedly copied down notes into his practically falling apart notebook. Another boring day, another boring class. After looking up at the clock, Carmine stopped himself from groaning out loud and closed his notebook. Twenty minutes left of class. Opting out of notes, he decided to listen to the whispering and gossip from the back of the classroom.

Hearing things such as 'fucked her', 'what a stupid bitch', and such. But one conversation caught his attention. "Yeah, I heard she's from out of the country or something. Came from Europe or some shit." "Really? I heard she's related to someone here. I think they said her family died? Idk dude." "I hope she's hot, I'd like to-" And then Carmine stopped listening. A new kid, huh? Maybe he'd make friends with her or something.

Once again glancing at the clock, with ten minutes left in fourth period, Carmine pulled out his age-old flip phone and began texting his best friend since third grade until present time tenth grade(or sophomores for us americans).

CG: The usual place for lunch, I assume?
TA: ye2. and you're buyiing thiis tiime a22hole
CG: I said I was sorry.
TA: whatever. 2ee ya 2oon

And then the bell rang. Thank god for it too, because Carmine was pretty sure someone was beginning to masturbate in the back of the room. Teenagers really did suck sometimes. Gathering his supplies, Carmine dumped his things in his locker, grabbed his wallet and jacket, then left the hell called 'high school'.

****Last class of the day, Free Period****

"Dude, like I thaid, thhe wouldn't thtop making thtupid fithh punth all night. It wath torture; no matter how hot thhe wath." Carmine tried not to laugh at his friend's misfortune of a date last Friday. "Didn't you call me the next morning talking about how well she was in bed? I believe your exact words were, 'Thhe fuckth like thhe actth, mean and rough. I love i-'" "THHUP UP!!!!" Carmine broke out in laughter. "You know Simon, I wonder why you even like her." Simon slumped down in his seat and mumbled something that sounded a lot like, 'Neither do I'.

Snorting, Carmine smirked and crossed his arms. "Oh, by the way, have you heard about the new stude-" He was interrupted by the bell and his friend sprinting off with a, 'Gotta go, thee ya later!'. Shaking his head and chuckling, Carmine prepared to leave for the day.

As he walked home, he wondered what the new student would be like. But one question haunted his mind; why does he get the feeling Simon is involved?

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****Tuesday, Fourth period****

Sighing to himself as the chemistry teacher droned on, Carmine Vantas absentmindedly copied down notes into his practically falling apart notebook. Another boring day, another boring class. After looking up at the clock, Carmine stopped himself from groaning out loud and closed his notebook. Twenty minutes left of class. Opting out of notes, he decided to listen to the whispering and gossip from the back of the classroom.

Hearing things such as 'fucked her', 'what a stupid bitch', and such. But one conversation caught his attention. "Yeah, I heard she's from out of the country or something. Came from Europe or some shit." "Really? I heard she's related to someone here. I think they said her family died? Idk dude." "I hope she's hot, I'd like to-" And then Carmine stopped listening. A new kid, huh? Maybe he'd make friends with her or something.

Once again glancing at the clock, with ten minutes left in fourth period, Carmine pulled out his age-old flip phone and began texting his best friend since third grade until present time tenth grade(or sophomores for us americans).

CG: The usual place for lunch, I assume?
TA: ye2. and you're buyiing thiis tiime a22hole
CG: I said I was sorry.
TA: whatever. 2ee ya 2oon

And then the bell rang. Thank god for it too, because Carmine was pretty sure someone was beginning to masturbate in the back of the room. Teenagers really did suck sometimes. Gathering his supplies, Carmine dumped his things in his locker, grabbed his wallet and jacket, then left the hell called 'high school'.

****Last class of the day, Free Period****

"Dude, like I thaid, thhe wouldn't thtop making thtupid fithh punth all night. It wath torture; no matter how hot thhe wath." Carmine tried not to laugh at his friend's misfortune of a date last Friday. "Didn't you call me the next morning talking about how well she was in bed? I believe your exact words were, 'Thhe fuckth like thhe actth, mean and rough. I love i-'" "THHUP UP!!!!" Carmine broke out in laughter. "You know Simon, I wonder why you even like her." Simon slumped down in his seat and mumbled something that sounded a lot like, 'Neither do I'.

Snorting, Carmine smirked and crossed his arms. "Oh, by the way, have you heard about the new stude-" He was interrupted by the bell and his friend sprinting off with a, 'Gotta go, thee ya later!'. Shaking his head and chuckling, Carmine prepared to leave for the day.

As he walked home, he wondered what the new student would be like. But one question haunted his mind; why does he get the feeling Simon is involved?