Remember I have to sit next to Jake for the rest of the semester? Yes, exactly. I'm dreading it now. I feel like I'm constantly banging my head against the wall or something. I don't exactly have feelings for Jake anymore; he broke my heart whether he wanted to or not. He played with my feelings, just for Roxanne and her little entertainment, that stupid bet. this makes me wonder. Roxanne's parents are really very friendly and sweet, but what happened to their child? I shake my head, to stop thinking about useless things. When I look around the classroom, I notice that Jake hasn't arrived yet. I breathe a sigh of relief and sit in my usual seat. I know it wasn't me who made the mistake. It's him. But I can't stop thinking about how awkward it might be to talk to him normally. When the bell rings, everyone pours into the classroom and begins to fill the empty seats. Then Mr. Thompson, our math teacher, comes in and starts checking our attendance."Natasha Robinson.""There.""Jake Roberts."It's quiet; because Jake isn't here yet."Roxanne McColl."There's a pause again. Roxanne hasn't arrived yet either. Everyone mumbles something together, so all the words seem inaudible to me. "Silence, class!" Mr. Thompson screams. Then he continues: "We will continue our lesson, without Mr. Roberts and Miss McColl." I stare at the empty seat next to me. Well, I'm thinking; what's happening? Mr. Thompson continues to babble on about the math problems he couldn't solve in the previous lesson. I begin to rest my chin on my left hand, feeling like I've been sent to sleep. Suddenly, I hear someone burst into the classroom. It's Jake. With Roxanne, his "dearest" girlfriend... in the center of the paper ...and you became-" I immediately put some food in his mouth and tell him a lie: "Oh, he's just saying I'm famous , because I'm friends with Roxanne." I laugh nervously, while I'm Not the Best Liar. When Scott opens his mouth to speak, I tell him, "Shut up, Scott."*" Honey, let's go! Try on this dress," says my mom. "But mom, I don't see the point in 'impressing' dad's business partner," I groan. Okay, here's what's happening; mom told me that dad's business partner wanted invite our family over for dinner, with their family. Now she's forcing me to try on a dress. It's a short-sleeved navy dress with white Peter Pan collars, but I don't see why I should putting on a dress: it's so uncomfortable! "Come on, it's not that difficult," he repeats. "It's okay," I finally give up and my mother zips it up from behind.