At least, what my dad told me about it. He sometimes lets me see his books and explains his cases. Psychology is interesting too.
                              
So, if a biology-chemistry-law-psychology major exists. Let me know.
                              
Things were a little different now. I didn't pay much attention in class and like I'd said before, I didn't believe in homework. I just liked to have fun and I didn't care too much about school. At least my grades weren't slipping. I mean, my mom gave me a look when I get an A-. Yep, A-. Ridiculous right? Most parents would throw a party but my mom would give me the look.
                              
The bell rang when I was falling asleep. Great. Life didn't want me to sleep today.
                              
Classes were going by very slow so by the time it was lunch I was ready to escape this prison. But I didn't. See? And they call me a bad girl.
                              
It was still warm enough to eat outside. My friends and I always sat down beneath a tree in the grass at lunch. Well, when it wasn't raining. So... not that often.
                              
By the time I got outside I noticed most of my friends were already sitting by the tree.
                              
"Jill! Get your butt here!" Hmm... maybe I should introduce you to my friends. Either that or it was gonna be very hard to keep up with the conversation.
                              
The guy that so graciously called me over? That's Cody. Don't ever call him Cody. For reasons unknown he doesn't like it, so everyone calls him Code. 'Cause that's such a big difference from Cody. Not.
                              
He has an average height and has a cute face. Yes, cute. He hates it so I like to call him Cutie. And before you start, no, not a love interest or anything, he's more like a brother to me. He has short caramel colored hair and blue eyes.
                              
He was wearing a Misfits shirt and black pants with converse. He usually wore something like that.
                              
Then there's Jake. Jake is ... special. He got dropped on his head a lot as a baby. No, just kidding. He's a player though. First thing he said to me? He said we should get together because Jake and Jill just sounds meant to be.
                              
Yeah, I wam one of the few girls that didn't fell for his charms. He usually doesn't keep girls longer than a week. Yet they still fall for him. I guess they wanted to save him or something.
                              
Jake is what you call the bad boy player. He looks older than he is because he always has a dark brown five o'clock shadow present on his face and the hair on his head is just as long. His eyes are very dark, almost black.
                              
He was wearing a white shirt and a black leather jacket, blue jeans and biker boots. He, unlike me, has a motorcycle. So jealous! Yes, bad boy with motorcycle. He's like a walking cliche.
                              
He looks dangerous. I really didn't see it (except for the motorcycle). Sometimes girls would talk to me because they know he's my friend and they secretly hope I'd set them up. As if.
                              
And then there's Snake. He has brown eyes and brown short hair. He's huge, like 6'2" or something and bulky. Is it all muscle? Yes and no. He likes food too. Why is he called Snake? He has a huge snake tattoo on his neck.
                              
Kidding, jeez. There's no horror 온라인카지노게임 there. Once someone released a snake in class. I guess it was supposed to be a prank or something. Everyone was scared, I heard someone pissed their pants but I wasn't in that class so I wouldn't know. I sincerely hope that rumor is true though.
                              
Anyway, Snake was the only one brave enough to take the snake away. That's how he got his nickname. Eventually "that snake guy" turned into Snake.
                              
I plopped down on the grass and noticed the guys eyeing my cookie containers.