It's been a while since I've written a Lake, so here goes!
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"Alright guys, gather your stuff," calls out Mr. Hoskins. "We're getting a new seating arrangement!"
The whole class groans, but gets up nevertheless. Mr. Hoskins is actually my favorite teacher, but he changes our seating arrangement every week, saying he's "still not happy with the ambient." Apparently, he's trying to find a seating arrangement in which he thinks we'll do our best, and until he does, we're going to have to keep moving around like this.
I don't want to move around – right now, I'm sitting next to Miley, and Oliver is on the other side of the classroom, so I don't have to watch the two of them baby talk each other (because really, that's what they do).
But what Mr. Hoskins says is what goes, so I stand up slowly with the rest of my class. Who am I sitting next to now? As he calls out names, Miley and Oliver talk to each other, leaving me the third wheel as always.
"Lilly Truscott, third row, over there," Mr. Hoskins says, pointing towards my new seat. And guess who was sitting next to it?
Jake Ryan, that's who.
Could this day get any worse?
"Lilly, pleasure to see you," Jake says as I took my seat.
"Jake, do me the favor of going to hell?" I retort. He frowns as if he's confused I'm being mean to him.
"Why so hostile, Lils?" he asks.
"Isn't it obvious?" I tell him.
"I just don't see why you would dislike me so much." As he speaks, Mr. Hoskins turns to look at us, eyebrows raised.
"Truscott, Ryan, stop talking," he says.
I turn away from Jake and listen to what Mr. Hoskins is saying. This isn't going to be fun at all.
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The next week, Jake and I enter Mr. Hoskins' classroom. The last week was all bickering and arguing from our part, and Mr. Hoskins wanted to talk to us about it.
"Ryan, Truscott, good to see you came," he says. "What I needed to discuss with you is this problem you two seem to be having."
"What problem, sir?" Jake asks, acting all nice and stuff.
"Could it be that I hate you?" I say, smiling at Jake sweetly.
"Don't worry, I don't like you that much either," he tells me.
"That's exactly what I was talking about," Mr. Hoskins says, looking at both of us. "And since besides you two, my seating arrangement is perfect, you're either going to have to get along or you'll fail the class."
"What?!" I exclaim, outraged. "You can't fail us for not getting along!"
"Actually, I can. You have a project coming up in which you have to get along. So either you start getting along now, or you just don't and fail the class. How's that sound?"
I nod numbly, wondering how on Earth we'll pull it off. I doubt either one of us will really want to get along – so what are we going to do now?
That same day in class, Mr. Hoskins announces the project we're doing – that all-famous project where you have the mother and the father and the baby and all that. Oh, joy.
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Here's part one of the two-shot. Enjoy and leave me nice reviews :).
