"Why are you guys so excited about a party when you're not even sure you'd win the game."
I seconded that. I wasn't really surprised that our calculus teacher was updated about high schoolers activities and the rest of the class weren't either.
"We'd win fosho Mr Shawn, we've got Nathan. And even if we don't, it's not stopping the party from holding." A dark haired guy who was also part of the soccer team spoke up.
"Oh, well I don't understand why you should celebrate your loss, you senior kids are just looking for an excuse to throw a sick party."
I seconded that also. Now tell me why I shouldn't hug and kiss Mr Shawn all over. He was simply the best teacher I've ever met even if he embarrassed me in the class sometimes, I knew he was doing it for my own good because seriously, I sucked at Calculus.
"Don't smile at me like that Jenny, it's weird." Mr Shawn said as he started writing something in the board.
