Hello meh Wallabears! I know it has been a bit since my last update, but I am going to Colorado for a family reunion! I have to pack and such, so yeah. Things have been busy. Plus, it is meh birthday today! Are any of you from Colorado btw? Comment below if you are.

Anyway, this one goes out Piercethesirensgirl! SHE IS THE FIRST ONE TO REQUEST SOMETHING WITH CC IN IT!!!! POOR CC!! Go follow and vote and grass! Enjoy! :>

Chey's P.O.V

I stared at my blank paper. I was supposed to be taking notes from the board, but my hand was cramped from my last class. I didn't feel like even lifting my hand up.

"Chey!" shouted Mr. Birdnoff, "How would you like a day in detention? You have already been there 9 times. 1 more time and you get suspended for 3 days."

What I wanted to say:

That's a bad thing?

What I actually said:

"No sir," I sighed.

"Then get to wri-" he said before he was cut off by the bell.

"Err!" he snapped while all of the kids were leaving his math class, "We don't have time for you to copy these notes tomorrow because tomorrow is the test!"

I accidentally let my thoughts slip out of my mouth, "Then don't give us last minute notes that you decided to slam together because you wanted to look good for Ms. Decker!"

"Chey I-" he said before he was interrupted again.

"She can borrow my notes to copy for homework and bring them back tomorrow in home room," chirped the new student, who arrived a week ago, CC.

"I don't know," he growled, "You have been slacking off lately. Let me take a look at your notes."

CC went back to his desk in the back, right corner of the class room. That seat was far away from Mr. Birdnoff's desk. I wish I could trade seats with him.

He grabbed the notebook that sat on the top of his desk. He slowly walked back and looked at the clock. Only two minutes till the bell rings, oh well, I could just explain that Mr. Birdnoff held me back. All the teacher secretly hate him, except for Ms. Decker.

"Here ya go," he said while handing over the green notebook.

Mr. Birdnoff flipped through the pages with the notes on them, "I am pleased Christen."

"Chey," he said turning to me, "Copy these notes for homework. I was going to give you a homework free night, but it seems that you don't want to work for that free homework night. You pay the price now, Chey, you pay the price."

He makes it sound so official! Like some guillotine execution is tomorrow! He always does that to me. It is really funny sometimes. Sometimes I replace the words he said with curse words and body parts. I am weird. But hey, weird is the new awesome!

The bell rang the late tone and Mr. Birdnoff shook his head, "Go on to class. Here are two notes I always keep just in case I hold someone back."

"That seems like a movie moment," I heard CC mutter under his breath.

I walk to the exit of the classroom and left. I went to my locker, which is sadly right outside the door, and got my books for my afternoon classes.

CC walked up with his books in his hands, "Are you really gonna do the homework?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I don't want to get suspended. God knows what my dad would do if I did."

He nodded his head, "I know how you feel."

"Thanks for saying my tail," I mentioned.

"Welcome!" he smiled.

"You wanna maybe hang out sometime? Here is my number. Some of those notes may be hard to read," he winked.

"You just carry a paper with your phone number on it around with you?" I questioned.

"That's not important," he said, shoving the piece of paper into my English book.

"Call me maybe!" he laughed.

"I got your number baaaby! I'll call you maybe!" I sang while he walked down the hall.

I began to think, Maybe Mr. Birdnoff's class isn't that bad.