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I. did you hear the news

I turned the page and bent the stapled corner to even-out the packet, "Wonder why.."

"Oh yeah, who's your favorite?" Cody nudged me. I looked up at him and pushed my glasses up my bridge.

"Favorite?" I tilted my head, "of them?"

"Yeah," Cody said matter-of-factly, "Favorite. Everyone has a favorite. Mine's LO1. Heard he helps around loads."

"Debatable," I retorted under my breath, racking my brain for a formula we just learned in class, "He's okay."

Cody looked offended. "Then who's your type?"

"Ergh.. Po?" I shrugged, "Pew? Whatever his name was?"

"Pooh," Cody corrected with a sigh, "Get with the program, Risa. Also, Pooh? Really? He doesn't even talk."

"That's offensive to the Pooh fans," I raised my eyebrows at him teasingly before I directed my attention back to my work, "He does talk Cody, he says something."

"You'd think the man learned a few more words considering he's a world-renowned hacker," Cody commented, tsk-ing.

"Does he even need to talk if he's a hacker," I laughed, "Let the baby live."

Cody turned to me with a weird look but he brushed it off when we heard footsteps coming our way. Looking to our side, the queen bees come strolling down the black and white tiled hallway. It was strange all of a sudden when I realized they seemed to be looking right at me.

"Look who's here," I whispered amusingly as I gazed at them innocently, "Three musketeers."

"Two bitchy musketeers," Cody scoffed silently, settling back to work as he lost his enthusiasm for our last topic, "and a drumstick."

"Yo, Reese's!" Drumstick hollered my supposed name.

"When will you get it right you bitchass motherfucker," I sang under my breath, whistling a sigh as I picked my head up and plastered on a fake grin.

"Jeremy, wassup," I winked, "How was dinner last night with the crew?"

"Boring without you Reese's pieces," he cooed, bending down to cup my face with a warm palm of his, "Why didn't you come? There was no exam or shit."

Serena next to him let out an exaggerated sigh and kicked a notebook a bit far out into the hallway back into this one girl's face. "Please, clean up your crap," she distorted her face, "stop polluting, Rebecca."

I didn't flinched along with the sudden outroars and murmurs from our classmates that quickly cursed out Serena's actions. I could feel Cody eyeing her beside me with a disgusted look before reaching over to make sure the wounded girl was fine.

"Chill," I grabbed Serena's arm, "School's about to be over. Do whatever to your heart's content after the bell rings." I maintained eye contact with her until she backed away with a scoff, fixing her hair.

Vanessa finally spoke, "Risa ditched us again." She pointed to my head and I sighed.

"I told you guys," I put my hands up in surrender, "packed-night schedule. I have a job outside of school anyway."