"You dyed your hair again," Michael says to you, joining your side as you walk to your next class.
"Yeah, I decided to keep it blonde..." I reply shyly.
"I liked it when it was blue or even purple," he says.
"What are you doing Michael?" I ask stopping in my tracks.
"I'm just trying to talk to you," he replies feeling hurt.
"Last time I checked you hate me," I reply and leave. I turn back and his eyes are a darker shade. I can obviously tell I pissed him off. I walk into the math classroom and my teacher motions me over to her desk.
"Adelaide, you have been moved to the 10th-grade math class. Your maths will be during this period, it's in room 201." My teacher explains to me. I nod and walk to room 201.
'10-grade math shouldn't be difficult..' I thought to myself. I walk into the classroom and see a huge surprise, Michael Clifford is in my math class. I didn't enter math class, I entered hell.
"Mrs. Brown Adelaide is copying my paper!" Michael yells, screaming right in my ear. My head shoots up from my paper and I immediately get defensive.
"Ha, if you think I'm cheating just look at his paper and mine," I reply sitting back in my chair. Our teacher grabs both of our papers and closely looks at both of them.
"Go to the principal, Adelaide." Mrs. Brown says.
"What?" I ask totally confused.
"You heard me, go," she says again. I get up from my desk and give a glare to Michael.
"I could never believe you would do this," my principal says.
"Becuase it's not true!" I exclaim.
"I was looking at my paper, nothing else. He was obviously looking at mine and copying my answers so it looked like I cheated."
"You are in advanced math, you could've cracked under pressure," he says.
"But I didn't! He even DMed me via Twitter asking for help!"
"I'm calling your parents Adelaide."
Michael Clifford's heart is completely frozen. He won't find anyone to unfreeze that, or at least I hope so.