Page 25 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Huh. Possibly the first time sorry has left her lips.
Wonders never cease.
“That’s better,” our teacher comments, and then moves on down the aisle.
“A signature?” I mutter, still wondering if I’m on the hook for that, too.
“It’s nothing,” she grunts. “She’s obsessed with singling me out.”
Oh, brother. Cue massive eye roll.
I fix the pieces together inside my head, guessing the signature and this sudden lab partner reassignment go hand-in-hand. Okay, I understand punishing Camila and Tabitha, but why do the rest of us have to suffer? Surely, Tabitha and I hating each other’s guts is less productive than Tabitha and Camila running their mouths all lesson.
Again, I catch Tabitha’s hand in the corner of my eye.
Whoa, she’s actually writing.
Okay, Mrs. Field, I guess there’s some method behind this madness.
5
“Ugh.He’ssuchaloser!” I screech once we’re in the hall after class. “How could Mrs. Field put me near that guy?”
“Oh my gosh, Tabby,” Camila blurts, “you have no idea. I’m stuck with Diane Walsh. The girl clearly doesn’t get the hype around hair brushes and lip gloss. She’s a complete disaster area.”
“Did Diane call you mean and spiteful?”
Cammy double-takes at me. “Huh?”
I emphasize my nods. “That’s what that stupid boy called me. He even said I deserved everything coming for me. Like, he threatened me. Isn’t that a crime?”
“Oh my gosh.” She grabs onto my wrist. “Are you gonna report him?”
I huff and my chest aches. “I should report that cow of a teacher. She walked by when Kai was totally harassing me and did nothing except order me to pick up a stupid pen.”
“She’s gonna pay.”
My hands wind tightly, and three knuckles on each hand pop in unison. “If Mrs. Field thinks she’s won this battle by separating us, she has another thing coming.”
“Whoa, Tabby, you’re like totally unhinged.”
I stop in my tracks and take her in. “Huh?”
Cammy stops and faces me. “You’re talking like a maniac. I mean, do Yvie and I have to be worried you’ll come to school with a machete or something?”
“Who’s coming to school with a machete?” Yvette asks, meeting us in the hall.
Camila gestures at me with a weirded-out smirk. “Tabby. She’s totally going off the deep-end about Mrs. Field.”
Yvette’s eyes widen, and her chin drops as she stares at me. “What the heck, Tabby? Do you wanna kill your chemistry teacher?”
“What?“ I screech.
Hurriedly, I take in the faces of the student body passing us in the hall. The very last thing I need is a vicious rumor circling the school that I’ve turned into some crazy ax-murder.
I blink at my friends.
How exactly did our conversation switch to me being filled with blood-lust? I was complaining about a teacher and the idiot she sat me next to. What did I do to make Cammy turn on me? Wasn’t she on my side?
