I sat in math class a few days later next to my still friend On-Jo, staring at the back of the tall boy's mullet in front of me. I gazed over his perfectly positioned head and features as I thought about what we had been.

Maybe Gwinam in fact did not like me and want me, maybe he actually never did. Maybe he just wanted to try and get with me because I was the weird new girl, and that my suspicions had actually been right all along. I am more than sure now that he is in fact not a nice guy and yes in fact the dipshit everyone told me that he was. Not sweet.

I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe how the fact that I had, and well still do, liked him so much, that it blinded me to the fact that he probably only like me because of A. my looks and B. the fact that I was just another new girl in the math class. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been after all of this.

Fuck you Gwinam. I silently thought to myself, however, I was snapped out of my confusing and negative daze when my teacher walked past me slamming my test results from the last exam of which had just taken place at the end of last term. I blinked a couple of time, zoning back into my life before picking up the thick pieces of paper and opening them up only to be utterly shocked and disappointed about what was to be found inside.

35/100% was clearly marked in red inside of the first page of the stack of sheets of crisp white paper. My face went toothpaste white as I started in both shock and disbelief at the mark. Next to the percentage I had achieved, there was a marking criteria telling me which grade I would obtain from my scored percentage on the test.

D-.

I got a fucking D- on the math exam. I blinked back tears in my eyes, knowing that my Mum and Dad were going to be furious, and also trying to hide the fact that I was actually furious, normally I don't really study for exams, however this time I actually really studied and tried only to achieve the worst possible grade ever. I'm pretty sure I could get a D- for just signing my name and the date on the front cover of the test.

I looked up as my teacher came around collecting the test papers and grades from the other students around me, however he stopped when he came to me.

"Y/N, after this result this means that you have failed the semester." I bluntly said to me.

I looked up at him, slowly nodding, not wanting to reply with any words in fear of my voice cracking from holding in tears or worse.

"I am afraid that we will probably have to move you down into another math class." He said.

Great I thought to myself.

I then looked over at On-Jo who was smiling at her test results and then looked up at me telling me that she passed. I congratulated her before going back into my depressing daze of staring at the back of my fucking dipshit ex-boyfriends head.