"Noooo!" He said a little too loud. We both kinda forgot we were still in class. People started looking and the teacher had stopped talking.
                              
"UNO BIATCH!" Now it was my turn to do a little victory dance.
                              
"Jill! Snake!" Yes, even teachers call him Snake. Funny, right? I can imagine most people didn't even know his real name. It's William, just in case you were wondering. It just sounds weird calling him that. Even his parents call him Snake. Unless they're angry.
                              
Before I knew what was happening the teacher appeared in front of us, her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.
                              
"What do you think you're doing?!" Oh wow. I think this was the first time I'd heard her speak English. This was such a huge moment. We should all just cherish this moment.
                              
"We're playing Uno." Snake looked as if he wanted to add 'duh' but decided against it. I chuckled but started coughing to hide it. I didn't think I'd fooled anyone though. Oh well.
                              
"What do you have to say for yourselves?" Such a vague question if you ask me. I mean, did she expect an apology? Or did she want us to explain the game to her? Maybe she wanted to play along! Probably not...
                              
"I was winning?" I don't know why I decided that was the most appropriate answer.
                              
"Congrats!" Justin shouted. He was some kid in my class that I talked to every once in a while. I guess you could describe him as the class clown.
                              
"Justin!" Ooh the teacher was getting angry. When she got angry she'd start ranting and when she starts ranting she doesn't teach. So every once in a while someone decided to piss her off. It's kinda sad really. In a funny way.
                              
"Thanks!" I grinned proudly.
                              
"Whatever, she was cheating." Snake huffed. I gasped and gave him a little shove "I was not! Zut alors!"
                              
"Jill, no cursing!" Damn, here I was thinking she'd be proud that I was speaking French.
                              
"But it was in French!" I pouted.
                              
"Enough! Everyone shut up!" She was starting to turn red and her nostrils were flaring. I think we might have pushed her a little too far.
                              
Then the bell rang and we sprinted outside before she had the chance to punish us. Man, we were lucky. She was so ready to give us a detention. I really didn't feel like staying longer. Especially on a Friday. Those are sacred.
                              
"Next time I want a rematch." Snake narrowed his eyes at me. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.
                              
"You're on Snake." He pounded my fist and we went our seperate ways. That was the only class I had with Snake today.
                              
During lunch I quickly ran to my car to get a Twix. I'd forgot to bring a snack.
                              
Golden rule number one for food lovers everywhere: Always have a secret food stash at various places.
                              
I had one in my car and room. Sometimes I'd hid food in my jacket too. Just in case of an emergency.
                              
I sat down under the tree and my friends grunted something that resembled a hello. Their enthusiasm was endearing.
                              
"So, what are your plans for this weekend?" Gwen looked at me expectantly with a twinkle in her eyes. She obviously had a suggestion but wanted to make sure I didn't have anything planned.
                              
"You tell me." I shrugged. She smiled and pretended to be thinking.
                              
"I'm thinking college party." We hadn't gone to one in a few weeks. We live near Cambridge so we would often go to college parties and talk to the hotties that attended Harvard and MIT.