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The next day, it was impossible for me to pay attention in class.
My mind wouldn't stop thinking about Easton, and all I wanted to do was walk over to him and try to have a normal conversation. But, being the complete coward that I was, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"I hate classes with numbers," Lisa muttered beside me. "I hate the teacher even more. Sometimes I think that woman hasn't had s*x in a very long time, and that's why she takes her bad mood out on us."
"She's like seventy years old. I don't think she's still thinking about s*x at that age," Marisa replied.
"Attention, all students. This is a message from Principal Presley. All senior students are requested to report to the school auditorium immediately."
The robotic voice of Principal Presley's secretary echoed
