My dream started with me laying in the meadow. Everything was peaceful and serene. I closed my eyes as I listened to the nature around me. I hissed and gripped my wrist.

"What the hell?"

It felt like my wrist was on fire, and it was spreading throughout my body. I screamed as the pain intensified. What the hell was happening to me? I sobbed and curled into a ball. I just wanted it to stop. I needed it to stop. The pain was excruciating, and breathing became difficult.

I awoke with a gasp and swiped hair out of my face. I was drenched in sweat and felt gross as hell. Even after my shower, I felt a sense of dread. Once I was ready, I grabbed my bag and hopped into Dylan's car. Dylan held my hand as we walked to class, and although not as many people were staring, it was still enough to annoy me. Didn't they have anything better to do? Ten minutes into class, Dylan and I realized what was going on.

"So I'm guessing this is one of the classes we're stepping in for," Dylan said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I think so. Let me see that sheet Mrs. H handed you."

Dylan dug around for the paper and handed it to me.

!

"Okay, then," I said, standing up.

"It's only three classes; it can't be that bad," Dylan said

"I guess."

"Today we'll be your teachers," I said addressing the class.

I sat down at the teacher's desk and tried to figure out what to do. The majority of the teachers were supposed to leave a lesson plan for us, but I guess Mrs. Rosita figured that I would be able to come up with something. Snapping me out of my thoughts, Dylan came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I ended up giving them all Spanish word searches because I honestly couldn't be bothered to think up a lesson. The bell rang shortly after that.

"I guess we should head to English next," I said, gathering my things.

When we got to the classroom, I let out a stream of curse words.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked

"This is Emmett and Bianca's class."

"Oh shit."

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Dylan walked over to the teacher's desk and pulled me onto his lap.

"It's your turn to talk," I whispered to him

Dylan gave me a funny look and cleared his throat. "Umm we're subbing the class today.... so yeah."

I giggled at his response and handed out the work Mr. Drud left behind. And of course, Emmett and Bianca were all over each other like they weren't in the middle of class.

"This is English, Emmett, not Sex Ed." I sighed

"Are you jealous? It's probably been a while since you kissed someone other than me." Emmett smirked

"It actually hasn't," Dylan said, pulling me into a deep kiss.

I could hear all the girls gasp and every guy except for Emmett whistle. Dylan either didn't notice or didn't care. I was starting to realize that he just didn't give a fuck. When we pulled apart, Dylan looked satisfied and Emmett looked so pissed that I couldn't help but laugh.