Arianna
“So how did your meeting with Professor Wilson go?” Monica asked as we were sitting up in the family skybox for Tristan and Zaire. It was halftime and we were just waiting for the game to start over.
“Bad” I bit my lip nervously. I know she’s going to flip when I tell her.
“How so? You love that science crap so I know you can’t be failing.”
“Well, since the semester is almost over instead of having us take an exam he’s making us become an understudy for an upper class pre-med or medical student.”
“Again where does the bad part come in?” she asked
“He gets to choose our overseers.” I sighed
“Okay, do I know your overseer? Is she a groupie b***h for Tristan or something?”
“Nope, it’s Chase.” I confessed while she gasped
“Chase that goes with gold digging cake face b***h Ali
