Free So I'm a Double Threat (Double Threat Series) by Julie Prestsater Page B

or whatever comes up. I’m not even quite sure Amy knows how much Alex and I talk. And, I really don’t care. The friendship I have with Alex isn’t something I’m willing to give up.
    “Let’s start with science and get that stupid crossword out of the way,” Keesh suggests.
    “I already got most of it done before we left class.” I know it’s rude, but I always work ahead while my teachers are talking; beats wasting time at home. “We only need four across and seven down.”
    I share what I completed in class and Steph gets one of the answers we still need. We share our work. We don’t cheat. We have busy lives, other things to do. Like watch TV, eat, get online, and now soccer. We can’t spend all day working on worthless crossword puzzles or conjugating verbs in Spanish. Not to mention, being in honors translates to piles of homework every night. Not all of it is useless like the worksheets we get in science. Ms. Gelson assigns some pretty challenging essays, and in her class, we’re expected to reflect on everything we read. I don’t think I’ve ever annotated text in my whole life as much as I have this year. It wouldn’t be so bad if I actually liked anything we’re required to read.
    So, in order to cope with the countless hours of homework, we share. It’s a skill we’ve been perfecting since we were born. You know, parents are always teaching their kids to share, right? We have just moved beyond sharing Barbies and Poly Pockets. We share...homework.
    “Seven down is ‘seafloor spreading,’” Steph calls out.
    “Duh, I can’t believe I didn’t get that one.” I shake my head, disappointed. Even though we share our work, we’re still pretty competitive.
    “Okay, I’m done.” Steph throws her books down and stands.
    “Are you kidding me?” I burst out. “Sit your booty back down, we’ve got a ton of math.”
    “Damn, boss. Chill. I got it figured out,” Keesh informs us. “All right. Steph, you do one through ten. Meggie, you do eleven through twenty, and I’ll do the rest.”
    Steph puts some music on and we all get started. It sucks not having Amy here. We all have to do more work. How the hell is she doing it on her own? We haven’t done our homework by ourselves since sixth grade. Damn, is a boyfriend worth all that homework? Do I even have to ask? This is Alex we’re talking about. If he was mine, I’d do all my homework and his. Okay, let’s not got carried away again...but I’d at least do mine, all by myself .
    I only get to number fourteen before my mind starts to wonder. There is a lot to think about. Amy seems to be getting more and more distant, while her boyfriend is becoming more of a friend to me. Alex actually texted me before practice today to wish me luck. How sweet. Ben continues to be a flirt and then today, just as planned, I got the chance to speak to Eric during sixth period.
    All day long, I had tried to figure out a way to get his attention. Then, the opportunity just fell into my lap.
    I guess Ms. Gelson got sick of hearing us talk, because today was the day to separate the fab four. More specifically, Ms. Gelson moved me across the freakin’ room. Why me? Steph is the loud one. She may be the nice one, but she’s loud as hell. There’s not a whisper in that big body of hers. So why was I the one who had to move?
    I picked up all my stuff and stomped over to my new seat like a four-year-old brat. I was pissed and I didn’t try to hide it. That is until I found out who I was going to sit next to. Yup, you guessed it...Eric. Wait. It gets better. We did one of those partner reading things with Romeo and Juliet and guess who I was paired up with? Yup, you guessed it again...Eric.
    Ms. Gelson screwed up royally by moving me next to him. There was no chance I was going to be reading. No chance in hell. It’s not like she was going to notice either. Most teachers could never imagine such honest honors kids like us not doing our work. Ms. Gelson was