- Your average is quite threatened, Mr. Taylor. - Keller's still on a warning tone. - You'd have a long way to go to recover. I'd have to redo the whole semester to make up for your absences.
- Retake the semester? - I say stunned. - That would make me lose a whole year!
I'm on my way from one side to the other in a furious way.
- There must be something I can do to recur my average. - I look at him with supplication.
Douglas Keller was a brilliant teacher as well as a renowned dean. He must have been sixty years old, bald and tall. Almost as tall as me. He taught classes in a very dynamic way, the problem was that I hated lectures and the Keller classes always ended in one.
- All right! All right! - he says sighing. - You will have to present a thesis containing the entire program at the end of the semester before my last lecture is presented. In this way, not only will you regain your assiduity, but I will also grant you a letter of recommendation with praise.
I roll my eyes out, run my hands over my head and start laughing.
- What's that? What's that? You've gone mad, haven't you? - I say. - That's impossible! There's no time to compose such a big job. Do you know how many hours, stuck in libraries and with your face in the books will be necessary?
- Yes, I know, Mr. Taylor! - he says with fun. - You would also know if you attended my classes and didn't have to run out of time, so I suggest you start now.
I breathe deeply.
- Can I at least get some help from someone? - I ask resignedly.
- Of course! - he answers, picking up his things. - May I suggest someone who can certainly guide you.
- All right! All right! - I say in the hope that he indicates one of the nerds who could do everything for me and thus I would not have to get bored in a library, missing the parties. That would be my social ruin! - Tell me who, so I can talk to the person.
- I only know one person who can help you with this case. - Keller takes his agenda where, the list of gifts in his class was properly organized, and opened. - Here it is! Brooke Evans. Although she is a brilliant student and top of the class, besides having the possibility of graduating with honors, Brooke still needs grades with volunteer work. You can help each other.
That wasn't possible! It had to be a big mistake! Brooke couldn't be my only option.
- Not Brooke Evans! - I mean rough. - She hates me and I can't stand her either. Studying with her would be almost like a nightmare! Don't you have someone else?
He takes the books and his briefcase, staring at me with arched eyebrows.
- I can't help you with that! - he says, heading towards the door. - If you wish, you can choose any other colleague of yours, but I doubt that you will achieve anything, since your colleagues' grades are very bad and few will be formed.
I sigh, passing my hands over my face and hair in a gesture of total frustration. I Brooke the funniest girl on campus. It would certainly prevent me from having a social life and push me into a library, day in and day out. Besides, I had no idea how I would convince her to help me, but Keller was right and she was the only one qualified for it.
- What the fuck?
I let out a scream and leave the room taking hard walks down the hall. I run my hands through my hair, messing up even more than I ever could. Taking a cigarette in my pocket I think about smoking it to relax, but I hear two cheerleaders talking as they walk down the hall.
- I heard she made a scandal at the club! - one of the girls says to the other. - Too bad I wasn't there to see it.
- But I saw everything! - says the other one. - She even threw booze in Tiffany's face and hit Aron two punches after he broke up with her. That was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen.
- No kidding? I never could tell you what Aron saw in that girl. - the other one talks again. - Actually, she doesn't suit anyone.
- Yeah! Brooke's so dull, he's even pitiful. - the second says laughing. - He was right to break up with her.
- What a shame! - remains the first. - I hear her parents are devastated and the whole thing's out on the social columns.
So that's why Brooke was so embarrassed! I think with disappointment. I really hoped she'd broken up with Aron, but I'm surprised to hear she'd punched him twice. At least that would make up for something.
- I hope you're not distilling your poison against Brooke!
I look in the direction of the voice that came from the opposite side of the hall and saw a brunette with long curly hair. She was small, wore a skirt and tight blouse, and a pair of sneakers that didn't help much in her height. She stared at the girls with murderous eyes, standing with her hands on her waist.
- Because if they are, I'll make them both swallow their tongues!
I almost laughed at Jane's threatening tone, but I knew she was serious. The two
