Remember how I have to sit next to Jake for the rest of the semester?Yeah, that's right. I'm afraid of it now. I feel like constantly banging my head against the wall or something. I don't really have feelings for Jake anymore; he broke my heart whether he meant it or not. He played with my feelings, just for Roxanne and for his own little entertainment – ​​this stupid bet. You know ; This makes me think. Roxanne's parents are actually very friendly and kind, but what happened to their child? I shake my head to stop thinking about useless things. When I look around the classroom, I notice that Jake isn't here yet. I breathe a sigh of relief and sit down in my usual seat. I know it wasn't me who made the mistake. It's him. But I can't help but think how awkward it might be to talk to him normally. When the bell rings, everyone rushes into the classroom and begins to fill the empty seats. Then Mr. Thompson, our math teacher comes in and starts checking us. “Natasha Robinson.” “Here.” “Jake Roberts.” There is silence; because Jake isn't here yet. “Roxanne Mccoll.” There is another pause. Roxanne isn't here yet either. Everyone whispers something at once, so that all the words seem inaudible to me. “Quiet, class!” Mr. Thompson bellows. Then he continues: “We will continue our lesson, without Mr. Roberts and Miss McCol. » I look at the empty seat next to me. Well, I think; what is happening? Mr. Thompson continues to prattle on about the math questions, which couldn't be solved in the last class. I start to rest my chin on my left hand, feeling like I'm asleep. Suddenly, I hear someone burst into the classroom. It's Jake. With Roxanne, his "dearest" girlfriend...... middle of paper ...... and you became..." I quickly put food in his mouth and lied: “Oh, he’s just saying how famous I am, for being friends with Roxanne. "I laugh nervously, although I'm not the best liar. When Scott opens his mouth to speak, I say, "Shut up, Scott."* "Honey, come on! 'Try on this dress,' says my mother “But mom, I don’t see the point in “impressing” dad’s business partner,” I groan. Okay, that’s what mom told me; dad wanted to invite our family for a dinner, with their family Now she is making me try on a dress It's a navy colored short sleeve dress, with a white peter pan collar, it's quite formal, but I. don't see any reason why I should do it. I'm wearing a dress, it's so uncomfortable. "Come on, it's not that hard," she repeats. "Good," I finally did. give in. I slip into the dress and my mother closes it from behind...