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I don't tell anyone about Max's notes. Jayden would smirk and Kennedy would glare. I could tell Lillian – but she'd tease me and eventually Kennedy and Jayden would find out. If I wanted them to know, I'd tell them myself.
But I don't tell them.
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The weekend goes by quickly, and next thing I know, it's Monday again and Mrs. Buggler is dropping a math quiz on my desk. It's from last week. The very first math class and she gave us a test. "To evaluate you," she said. I flip over the top corner of the page. My stomach drops. I guess when you fail an evaluation test, she writes you down as an idiot. Damn.
"Looks like you need a math tutor." Max says. I jump. "Max! What are you doing here?!" I yelp. He looks puzzled, "Um, math, I guess?" "Yeah but…but…you aren't in my math class!" I protest. This doesn't faze him. "Oh. Right. I got moved." He shrugs like this is no big deal. "How many other classes did you get transferred to?" I inquire. "Um. Most of them?" he attempts. I sigh irritably. He's not following me. The school changed his classes. I try to convince myself. And yet another, more sarcastic voice in my mind says, As if. Whatever makes you sleep at night.
Because, deep down, I have a feeling these transfers have to do with me. But that's impossible. Right?
"Tell me, Niomi, why don't you take applied math?" Max questions, making himself comfortable in the seat next to mind. (A/N I'm not sure how it works in other schools, but in my high school applied is average and academic is genius) I grit my teeth.
"That's nothing to do with you." I hiss. "Yeah. But I'm just wondering." Max replies. I shrug, what's the use? Might aswell tell him. "Kennedy wanted to. Better chance of ending up together. I'm in academic…everything, actually." I blink. I hadn't actually realized that until now. Why did I sign up for all the harder stuff?
"Riiight." Max says. Then Mrs. Buggler calls us to attention.