Fing Perfect - S01 E43

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Fing Perfect - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

Jumping Ship

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Cal watched as Grace basically sprinted out the classroom door the moment the bell rang. She sighed after the honor student disappeared from her sight into the hallway.

This couldn't be worse. We're in the same class?

"So, I'm guessing you guys didn't make up after all."

Cal was distracted from her worries by the sound of Dana's voice. She looked up at the other blonde, who had stood up from her desk.

"Yeah...it didn't go well at all," Cal replied. "I guess we're just doomed to be enemies."

Dana, sensing Cal's disappointment, offered her a gentle smile. It was small, but more genuine than Cal had ever seen from the meddling cheerleader. "Well, I think things'll work out. At least you guys aren't totally depressed anymore."

"Just pissy and ready to fight at the drop of a hat."

"Well, that's still more entertaining."

And Dana's expression was replaced by her usual devious smirk.

"Maybe for you," Cal teased, standing up to sling her backpack over her shoulder.

"Hey, even if you guys are fighting now, you never know what might happen in the future," Dana said, maintaining her sly smile. "Especially now that we're all in the same class."

"Yeah...sure..."

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Cal said that, but the second she left class and parted ways with Dana, she headed down to the counselor's offices. Maybe she was being petty or cowardly, but there was no way she could survive an entire semester with Grace giving her the death glare while Dana tried to mend their relationship (and get entertainment out of it in the process).

She'd have to try and get her schedule changed.

Usually the counselors had a policy that they wouldn't change student schedules unless there was a legitimate reason, like a time conflict or an error in class placement (like putting a freshman in a senior level class). But some of the counselors were lenient and just accepted casual requests. Cal was hoping they would offer the same leniency to her this time.

She was still trying to work out her excuse for switching when she walked through the door to the counselor's offices. Cal saw that most of the office doors were closed, but one was open wide, so she headed over to it.

To her surprise, as she stood in the doorway, she found that it wasn't just a counselor inside the office. Grace heard her approach, and turned to look at her with a startled expression. Her surprise was quickly masked with her usual icy glare.

"What are you doing here?" she grumbled.

"Ah...well...I just had a question about my schedule," Cal explained, even though she didn't really need to do so to Grace. She felt too awkward to outright admit that she wanted to be transferred out of the only class she shared with the honor student. Even though they were on bad terms it seemed too...mean-spirited.

Grace clicked her tongue, folding her arms over her chest. "Don't worry about switching out of sociology. I'm already asking for myself."

"You both want to switch out of that class?" the counselor cut in, folding his arms as he sat at his desk in front of them. "Sixth period sociology?"