TWENTY EIGHT

It's hard to let go of someone you love when that person has to be my lab partner today.

Bio sucks, all my AP classes suck, but I needed the credit. AP Biology is the worst, and my partner had food poisoning. So, Mrs. Granger had me pair up with the one person I wanted to avoid at all costs, and he felt the same.

Liam was alone too, and his partner was Chase Abbott, who was absent too with an unknown excuse.

So, sarcastically today is my lucky day.

I'm so fucked.

Luckily, though, today's lab is the last day dissecting a frog. This class has been nothing but a butchering class instead because all we ever did through this year was dissecting from cats, pigs, and rats - which I almost threw up every time the insides were shown. I had to excuse myself to puke out in the restroom and return as if I had a weak stomach. In truth, I have a living being making me feel like this.

It's almost a week before the cruise, and I'm having second thoughts. Ever since Grant learned about everything invo