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EVA

"Jesus Christ. " the boy groaned for the seventh time today, within the last thirty minutes. "Can we leave already? "

"You're not the only one here. You know that, right? " an exasperated voice retorted and that was obviously the wrong thing to do because the frustrated boy wasted no time in channeling all his anger at the speaker, which made me think he probably had been looking for an outlet all along.

"Did you not hear the 'we' in the statement I just made? "

"Wasn't a statement, Destiny. It was a question. " Another voice piped in. This one, belonging to a girl. "You would know the difference if you ever paid attention to a single thing that's said in English class. Just like you're not paying attention right now. "

It was Natasha, the queen of sarcasm. A vibrant, quick-witted girl who had a smart-ass reply at the tip of her tongue, always ready to launch. I envied her the talent.

"No one asked you, Natasha. " The boy —Destiny— bit out, his jaw tightening in anger and embarrass