I couldn't believe my luck.
This was absolutely perfect.
Our English teacher had given us an assignment. You and a partner were to spend nine weeks working together, taking pictures and writting paragraphs to describe them. It was a perfect oppritunity to finally get to use my tech skills for something my grade depended so heavily on, of course, but that wasn't way it was perfect.
This was co-ed. Boys would get to choose a partner for the project, and the partner had to be a girl.
I couldn't wait to choose Carly and spend nine weeks with her alone, without my crazy, blonde-headed phycopath of a friend there to bother me.
Yeah, this was deffiantly perfect.
Our teacher paced up to the front of the room. On the white-board were the names of every boy in my class, with an empty space next to them. I could practically see 'Carly Shay' written right beside 'Fredward Benson' as I sat down, smiling smugly.
"Why so grinny, Fredlumps?"
I rolled my eyes at the sound of Sam Puckett's voice, giving me a new nickname. She's had a new one every single day for the past month.
"So, Puckett, who're you hoping picks you?"
Sam shrugs. "Don't care. But they better be a hard worker, cause I'm not doing squat." She took a bite out of a strip of turkey bacon.
"You're eating TURKEY BACON? We were just at lunch!"
Sam just took another bite. "There'ff no wong twime to weat turffey bacuhmn."
I looked at her, confused. "What?"
She swallowed. "I said 'There's no wrong time to eat turkey bacon', Techwad."
I rolled my eyes and ignored her.
"Attention, please!" My English teacher called out. "Girls, please stand! Once a boy picks you, take a seat! Who would like to choose first...Brian?"
"Wendy."
Wendy smiled at her boyfriend sitting three rows back.
"Next...Gibby?"
"I choose Carly."
I could litterally hear the world rushing around me. The room went silent with shock.
"WHAT?" I shouted into the otherwise silent room as Carly's name appeared, not in it's destined spot next to mine, but next to Gibby's name.
"Freddie, since you seem so keen on choosing a partner-"
Sam covered her mouth with her hands, but wasn't able to fully suffocate her laughter. I kicked her foot.
"...then why don't you choose next?"
I glared at Sam. She was still laughing at me, I could tell by the way her blue eyes sparkled. I had to do something that would annoy her the most.
And then I knew how to get back at her.
'I pick Sam."
"WHAT?" she shouted at me.
She wasn't alone. The entire class stared at me, stunned beyond words. I heard Jeremy drop his pencil in shock.
My eyes widened, my pupils shrunk, as I realized what I had just done to myself.
As my teacher wrote Sam's name beside mine, I let my head drop down and smack onto the table.
I couldn't believe my luck.