The Changeover

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Remember how I have to sit next to Jake, for the rest of the semester?

Yeah, that's right. I'm dreading about it now. I feel like constantly banging my head against the wall or something.

I don't exactly have feelings for Jake anymore; he broke my heart, whether he intended to or not. He toyed with my feelings, just for Roxanne and for her own, little entertainment- that stupid bet.

You know; that makes me wonder. Roxanne parents are actually really friendly, and sweet- but what happened to their child?

I shake my head, to stop thinking about useless things.

When I look around in the classroom, I notice how Jake isn't here yet. I let out a sigh of relief, and take a seat on my usual spot.

I know, how it isn't me, who made the mistake. It's him. But, I can't stop thinking about how awkward it might be, to talk to him normally.

When the bell rings, everyone pours into the classroom and begin filling up the empty seats. Then, Mr. Thompson, our Maths teacher enters, and starts checking our attendance.

"Natasha Robinson."

"Here."

"Jake Roberts."

There's a silence; because, Jake isn't here yet.

"Roxanne Mccoll."

There's a pause again. Roxanne isn't here yet, either.

Everyone murmurs something at once, that all the words sound inaudible to me.

"Silence, class!" Mr. Thompson bellows.

Then he continues, "We shall proceed our lesson, without Mr. Roberts and Miss. Mccoll."

I stare at the empty seat next to me. Well, I'm thinking; what's going on?

Mr.Thompson continues to babble about the Maths questions, which were unable to be solved last class. I begin resting my chin on my left hand, feeling like I'm sent off to sleep.

Suddenly, I hear someone barging into the classroom.

It's Jake.

With Roxanne, his 'dearest' girlfrie...

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...and you've became-"

I swiftly shove some food into his mouth, and fib, "Oh, he's just saying how I'm famous, for being friends with Roxanne."

I laugh nervously, as I'm not the best liar.

When Scott opens his mouth to talk, I mouth to him, "Shut up, Scott."

*

"Honey, come on! Try on this dress," my mom says.

"But, mom I don't see a point of 'impressing' dad's business partner," I groan.

Okay, this is what's happening; mom told me that dad's business partner wanted to invite our family for a dinner, with their family. Now, she's forcing me to try on a dress.

It's a short sleeved navy coloured dress, with white peter pan collars. It's pretty formal, but I don't see a reason why I should wear a dress- it's so uncomfortable!

"Come on, it's not that hard," she repeats.

"Fine," I finally give in. I fit myself into the dress, and my mom zips it up from behind.

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