She slides into the seat in front of me in history
And then twists around so she's facing me.
"Killer homework last night, right?" She asks me.
Ah, shoot.
I didn't know that we had homework last night,
And by the mischievous glint in her eyes I can assume she knows that.
"Just messing with you," she smiles.
"But we do have a test today."
My lips are ready to form the words to call her bluff
But then I see words written in blue dry erase marker
Scrawled across the top of the whiteboard
Confirming my fears.
Ah, shoot.
Times two.