Ashley was walking Spencer to her AP history class and they were holding hands. “I’ll see you later, babe?” Ashley said with curiosity.

“Yes, you will,” said Spencer with a chuckle. You don’t even have to ask. Ashley leaned in and kissed Spencer sweetly on her lips. Spencer returned the kiss. Ashley stopped the kiss.

“Don’t worry about your paper,” Ashley stated. I’m sure you did great.

“I highly doubt it, but thanks,” responded Spencer. Spencer walked into her AP history class.

“I’m glad you and my sister hit things off,” Kyla began.

“Thanks, I’m glad too but I forgot you were in this class,” responded Spencer. You haven’t been here for awhile.

“I ran out of teachers who were willing to pull me out of this class slot so I could run errands for them,” Kyla explained. I still made up my work so it’s not like I’m that behind or anything.

“I know what you mean,” agreed Spencer. You probably are doing better than I am in this class.

“Jackson is still being an ass to you?” Kyla observed.

“When isn’t he?” said Spencer.

“True,” Kyla replied.

“It’s nice for you to join us, Ms. Woods,” Mr. Jackson stated entering the classroom. Class, I have graded your papers and most of them were satisfactory and there are always those whose grades are always are below the standards. Mr. Jackson looked at Spencer while he said this.

“He’s very vague isn’t he?” joked Kyla. Spencer nodded and Kyla continued, “Some things never change.” Mr. Jackson began to hand the papers back to the students. He gave Spencer back her paper.

“The usual, Ms. Carlin,” Mr. Jackson said. It’s not much of a shock. Ms. Woods, even though you haven’t been in this class for the past month you’ve done an excellent job on your paper. Mr. Jackson walked away. Kyla looked at her paper.

“I got an A,” stated Kyla shocked.

“Good job,” Spencer said.

“You got to stand your ground and fight for your grade, Spencer,” pointed out Kyla.

“I guess but it’s still a matter of favoritism,” Spencer explained.

“I’m not the favorite,” protested Kyla.

“If you say so,” Spencer stated.

After class, Spencer waited until everyone left the classroom and went to Mr. Jackson’s desk. “What is it, Ms. Carlin?” asked Mr. Jackson in an annoyed tone.