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contains :: teasing, mild cursing
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home economics was always the most boring class. that was my opinion. my teacher adored me, a majority of my teachers do, so i felt bad whenever i talked about home economics in a bad way. it wasn't my fault though, i just wasn't interested into the class.
glancing at the clock, i get disappointed again. we were only ten minutes into the period and i found myself wanting to leave already. "this project will be worth twenty percent of your grade. think of it as a midterm in the beginning of the year." i finally zoned back into what mr. thoma was saying, trying to focus. "it's the project you've all been waiting for..." he pauses, motioning for us to do a drumroll. once he was satisfied with what he heard, he continued again, "it's the baby project!"
a groan was let out by every student in that classroom. no one wanted to do the baby project. who wanted to have an annoying, crying, accurate toy baby with them at all times?
"no offense, mr. thoma, but no one wants to do that project." scaramouche, the bitch i hated the most, spoke up. i agreed with him, but i hated that i did. it was annoying knowing that the most insufferable person i know has the same opinion as me. "well you might not want to do it, but you have to. especially since this could raise your grade, and you especially need that right now." mr. thoma clasped his hands together, glaring at scaramouche jokingly.
"of course he's failing." i mumbled under my breath, not even surprised. "i already made your partners, so don't even think about partnering up with your friends." as he spoke, the pairs that he made popped up on the smartboard.
some people groaned seeing their partners, some were happy. i was apart of the majority that wasn't happy with their partner. it was like the world was against me lately. "seriously?" i heard scaramouche complain from the back of the classroom. "i am very serious, scaramouche. you two will either work together or you will both fail. and we know lumine won't let herself ever have a failing grade." mr. thoma looked at me and pressed his lips into a thin smile.
he always acknowledged that i was a determined student. even when i hated the assignment, i always got it done. i'd never let myself have anything under a ninety. "you will get your baby tomorrow. for now, i want you all to sit with your partners everyday until the project has ended."
"how long is the project?" lohen, scaramouches best friend, raised his hand. "about six weeks, i want you all to really earn a sense of responsibility." mr. thoma looked around the room, checking for anyone else who had questions. when he saw that no one else raised their hands, he gave the whole class a nod to sit with our partners.
i stayed in my seat, not wanting to sit with scaramouche. "can you come and sit?" scaramouche's voice ran through my ears, along with the sound of paper being crumpled up. i turned around, only to be met with a paper ball in my face. "oops, shouldn't have turned around." a chuckle left his mouth, irritating me even further. "you're a bitch." i grumbled, standing up.
"and you're another b word, boring." he kicked the seat next to him towards me, crumpling up another piece of paper. "don't throw that at me again." i pointed an accusing finger at him, sitting down. "relax, lumine. i got another target." his eyes narrowed at mr. thoma, smirking. i took the paper ball from scaramouche, earning myself an annoyed sigh from him. "y'know, i'm surprised you're smart. aren't blondes supposed to be dumb?"
i looked at him with an annoyed expression. "you're so annoying." i took two pieces of paper out, including a pen. i wrote 'home ec project' at the top, making sure my handwriting was a little bigger than usual so that it could be legible.
"these dates are when i have the baby, and when you have the baby." i paused for a second before looking at him. "can you take your laptop out and look at what he posted so that we know how the project even works?" based on his facial expression. it was like my request was the hardest thing to do. "can't. don't feel like it."
i took a deep breath, taking my laptop out instead. "then you can just tell me what he posted." i logged onto my laptop, shoving it to his side of the table. he scoffed, slouching in his chair. "bossy." he skimmed through the reading, quickly scrolling through the document. "we just have to take turns with the baby... uh... mr. thoma can see if we're taking care of it... i dunno... something about him having a thing connected to the baby and his laptop..." hearing him read the instructions, i decided that i'll waste my time later and read it at home. at least that way i'll know i won't miss anything that i have to do.
i finished writing the dates on both papers, handing him one of them. "don't lose this." i warned, making him roll his eyes. "uh-huh. i won't." he shoved the paper in his backpack, not even caring to put it in a folder. "oh and if you can't take care of the baby on a specific day, tell me at least two days in advance."
"we also need a meeting place." i was too busy planning out how this project was going to work between us that i didn't even notice scaramouche had taken his phone out, placing it on the desk. "uh-huh... put your instagram on my phone so that we can talk about the project or something." he wasn't even looking at me as he spoke, he was making weird faces to lohen, who was on the other side of the classroom.
this is going to be a long six weeks.
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