The only good this about this morning was I had Math class in the first period. There's a study -- Yup, I did read. Sorry to disappoint you but I wasn't just a beauty with a pair of big tits.

Anyway, the study had proved that students aced better in Math classes held in the morning which I found quite a bit tolerable, except for today.

It's not that I got a horrendous brain fog or my mind was still hibernating in the northern part of Alaska, it's just that as Alison and I entered the dull classroom, one fine human specimen with a dangling meat between his legs had decided to sit behind my desk.

And yes, you guessed it right. It was none other than Dylan fucking Ryker.

Dylan was literally chilling on his chair dressed in his stupid navy sweatshirt, his stupid black jeans, and his stupid red Converse shoes while placing his feet on the desk looking stupidly good-looking.

Wait a damn minute, I take it back. It was never his chair or his desk to begin with. Amanda Fox used to sit behind me. Now, where is that crusty ass buffalo-looking turd?

"We need to swap our seats," I informed Alison.

When she didn't respond to my order, I slightly shook her shoulders to stop her from blatantly gawking at Dylan who could also be described as a pain in my fab ass.

Alison looked at me with a worried expression before replying, "I wish I could help, Grace but I was diagnosed with a serious case of Metathesiophobia."

"Why the hell are you talking Japanese to me now?" I asked her wondering maybe she finally did lose all her brain cells being the goody girl that she is.

"It's a fear of change," she told. "Please believe me when I tell you this, Grace, having a panic attack, and passing out is the last thing I wanna do today. "

I rolled my eyes and due to the fact that she seemed pretty desperate, I settled with letting her be instead. Yeah, I'm good like that.

"Get out of my face before I change my mind," I told her.

Alison sent me a thankful smile while she returned the books into my hands and proceeded to stride toward her own desk.

I wasn't planning to be the center of the attention today simply due to my two different shoes and Ms. Hilda, our Math guru was likely on her way into this room and because of that, I had to find myself a place to sit right away.

Ignoring Dylan's wicked eyes, I prowled through the area searching for an idiotic, low self-esteemed, gullible kid who would make a possible good victim.

"Move," I ordered a dark-skinned girl named Mariah, to give up her place and she deliberately stood up.

Oh.My.God.

If someone would ask me about the grossest moment of my life, I'd definitely tell them about this. The girl's period blood was dripping like a tap from her uterus and my eyes were hurting from opening to their full extent.

"Sit down, Bloody Mary." I pushed her back into the chair, quite harshly.

Mariah occurred to be stunned. "Girl, are you playing with me?"

How in God's name didn't she notice?

Regardless of how she smelled, I bent over and murmured the revelation in her ear. "Your cheap, tacky-looking bag better has a spare tampon 'cause there's a crime scene under there."

Maria was astounded soon as I left her alone to deal with her mess. As of now, I needed another student to torment, however, Ms. Hilda, the human version of an overweight giraffe had already arrived forcing me to abort my plan.

Everyone was already seated in their chairs so I had no other choice than to take my usual seat in front of him. It seemed like Dylan Ryker won this time. I walked to my desk, looked at him straight in the eye, and slammed my books on the table.

Dylan might have won but he didn't need to get the satisfaction from me at least. I had a chance to roll my eyes at him for the last time before I turned on my heel and readied to plunge into the chair.

Unpredictable things happened in the world and in my case, the chair was being pulled away from me, which resulted my pitiful butt falling on the floor.

Every single soul in the room turned their heads to me, gaping and some of them burst out laughing to the point where they stopped producing human sound, even Ms. Hilda rose up from her chair with both hands masking her mouth.

I heard Dylan's snicker from behind causing me to divert my eyes to the chair. Just what I thought the second I saw a barely visible thread tied to the back legs of my chair, I knew that was all his doing.

I narrowed my eyes at him because you see when you fall on your ass in front of every student and being very much humiliated you couldn't really do much.

"Did you catch it?" The twinkle in his blue eyes was proof of his amusement.

"Catch what, asshole?" I shot back irritated out of my mind.

Dylan smirked. "Your pride that fell with you."

"You should've been shot off into your dad's old cum sock or swallowed by your mom with all the rest of your rejected, degenerate would-be inbred siblings," I retorted.

"I've warned you, Nixon," he said. "This is just the beginning."

"You're reek of pettiness, you know that?" I wasn't giving up that easily.

"Actually, I'm starting to like the way you look from up here," he smirked down at me, "I look forward to having you on your knees for me."

"Horny bastard," I uttered, gritting my teeth.

"I've been called worse." Dylan didn't appear to be bothered by my insults.

"Take a seat, Grace. The lesson is about to begin," Ms. Hilda instructed, not even bothered to ask about my condition after the fall, talk about ignorant.

I groaned, getting up from the floor while rubbing my aching butt and carefully sat on the chair. To my surprise, Dylan didn't repeat his stupid act again.

"Take a gym class, Ms. Hilda!" I yelled, just for the fun of it.

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