CHAPTER 77

Rosa

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.

“Fuck 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 fuck 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 that he had to be suspicious.

“If you don’t have a pencil, just ask and I’ll loan you one,” I told him sweetly.

He didn’t blink while he studied me. The teacher came in and took roll. Gabriel never st