Gabriel was standing outside the door to fifth hour, talking to one of his crew when I walked up.
“You can't seriously have this class?" he asked when I went past him.
“Afraid I do. Who on earth would put you in accelerated English? You can barely speak pig Latin."
He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at his schedule.
“f**k my life," he said.
“It won't be so bad," I told him with an insincere smile. “I read the syllabus and we'll be working on definite and indefinite articles along with phrasal verbs. If you put the word f**k in every sentence, you should at least pass."
He stared at me like I had two heads. My victory was sweet. I turned and entered the room. My ass might have had just a bit of extra swing. Gabriel took the seat next to mine. This was getting to the point
