On the way to school, Weeby's mind was getting frantic, especially since yesterday after school she saw Resti, who turned out to be pregnant because of her boyfriend. It really took Weeby's brain to think about it again.
Resti was already pregnant? Weeby still couldn't believe it. Actually, Weeby was sorry to see Resti crying until she sobbed like yesterday afternoon, but she was also still upset when Resti was getting closer to Marcell.
After arriving at school, Weeby immediately parked her motorcycle in the usual place, then she began to get out of the four-wheeled vehicle, and continued to walk quickly.
Weeby just remembered that there would be a test today, so bad luck. Weeby didn't study at all last night, she was just busy thinking about Resti and all the possibilities if she was pregnant.
Not realizing it, Weeby was already clucking while grumbling incoherently, she didn't know what she would do later during the test. Now that Marcell was no longer beside her, Weeby couldn't cheat on his test.
As soon as Weeby's footsteps were in front of the class, Weeby swallowed hard when she saw her classmates already struggling with the books on their respective benches.
All of a sudden, diligent, the classroom was like a graveyard—silent and quiet. Without the slightest sound. All Weeby's ears could catch was the sound of exasperated breathing and the flipping of books.
When Weeby walked towards her seat, none of the students turned around; they were very focused on this test. Weeby knew that this was the test held by Mr. Subroto, the famous killer math teacher.
Once caught cheating, he would not hesitate to take away the paper belonging to the student who cheated, not only that, but Mr. Subroto would tear the test paper into several pieces. There is still one more, he will be angry, of course. And the teacher would certainly expel the student from the class.
Imagining that, Weeby's guts suddenly shrank, and she swallowed her saliva with difficulty. Weeby immediately sat on her seat, and Uti didn't seem to be fooled or even look over when Weeby landed her butt on the chair.
Weeby did not want to disturb Uti, let the fat girl focus on her study. Weeby did not immediately open the book like the other students. According to her, if she did that, it would be useless because the material that had just been taken would not be recorded in her brain.
Ten minutes after Weeby had sat down comfortably, suddenly the aura of the class became even more gripping as Mr. Subroto walked with a stern jaw into the classroom.
Everyone was silent, watching the killer teacher's movements. Mr. Subroto then said a brief greeting and proceeded to distribute test papers to all students.
The questions that the math teacher distributed consisted of three different types of questions, only the questions were different, but the methods and formulas were the same. Weeby could only let out her breath in frustration, she just gave up.
When the question sheets were distributed, Weeby got question type A, while Uti got question type C. Damn, Weeby spontaneously smacked her lips in annoyance, now she couldn't cheat on Uti.
"Forty-five minutes should be enough to solve all the questions you give, don't cheat if you don't want a blank grade," said Mr. Subroto firmly, who heard it would definitely make him swallow his saliva with fear.
For the first five minutes, all the students were busy filling in the answers to the questions that they felt were correct, while Weeby could only look at her classmates, who were very diligent in filling in the answers to the questions.
Weeby's answer sheet was still blank when it reached the tenth minute. Of course Weeby was anxious, she bit her little finger, it was already a habit when she was anxious like this. Now Weeby didn't know what to do, the time was ticking so fast that there were only ten minutes left.
Weeby turned to Uti, the plump girl had already filled in four questions. That meant that Uti only had to finish one more question.
So fast, Weeby thought.
"Uti, help me. I'm still blank." Weeby nudged Uti's hand with her elbow, Uti was spontaneously distracted, so she turned to Weeby.
"Huh? How come? Did you study?" Uti was so shocked when she saw Weeby's answer sheet, which was still blank.
Weeby smacked her lips as she shook her head weakly.
"But how can I help, I'm afraid of getting caught by Mr. Subroto." Uti whispered. "I'm not done yet either."
"I can't do it at all," Weeby commented even more anxiously, until the clock ticked down, and now there were only seven minutes left before all the papers had to be collected.
"You just write down the method, later, I'll find the result myself. Please help me, Ti. Just one problem is fine, as long as this sheet isn't empty," Weeby still whispered, and she was passionate in her words.
Srek!
Suddenly, Uti and Weeby immediately rounded their eyes wide, they were both choked up, and blinking their eyes felt like it was also very difficult to do.
Now, all the students' gazes were directed towards Weeby's bench.
"Now, you two get out of this room," Mr. Subroto ordered with a hardened jaw. He pointed towards the door, ordering Uti and Weeby to quickly get up from their chairs and immediately leave the classroom.
Forced to follow the teacher's advice, the two girls walked out feeling terrible and embarrassed at the same time.
What made Weeby feel guilty was that she had dragged Uti into the trouble, the girl had done nothing wrong here. Uti just got the brunt of Weeby's actions.
And look at that, Uti had already filled in four questions! One more problem, and the girl was done and out of the test, instead of being punished like this.
Weeby also knew that Uti must have prepared desperately for this test. She must have studied all night.
Suddenly, Weeby was very sorry that Uti was affected because of her.
"Ti, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have asked for your help if Mr. Subroto ended up tearing your answer paper," Weeby said it lamely, but really, she felt guilty for Uti.
Smiling with a knot, Uti said in a soft voice, "It's okay By. Now, you don't have to feel so guilty."
"But you didn't get the grade, you've been struggling to think of the answer, only to find out that it's gone, and that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't asked you for help." Weeby lowered her head, she felt so embarrassed and so small. Everything was ruined.
"Never mind By, now we don't have to think about the past," Uti said firmly. She then continued, "How about we go to the cafeteria now?" Uti raised the corner of her lips, smiling so widely that her mouth looked almost torn.
Weeby said yes, she nodded her chin with a limp movement and said, "I'm sorry again, Ti," Weeby begged again to the point that Uti, who heard that sentence, felt very bored.
"One more time you say that, I won't forgive you," said Uti, doing so only so that Weeby would not say sorry again.
Really, Uti wasn't lying when she said she wasn't angry with Weeby.
When Mr. Subroto's hour was over, Weeby and Uti, of course, returned to class.
"Feel it By, it's your own fault who moved to sit here, karma, right?"
Once again, Marcell laughed out loud because Weeby didn't get a test grade from Mr. Subroto at all. This made Marcell even crazier for beating Weeby to a pulp.
Indeed, previously, if Weeby sat with Marcell, she could ask for help, even though it was very difficult. The location of Marcell's bench in the back row made Mr. Subroto rarely step in that direction. Therefore, every time a test was held, Weeby always whined to Marcell, asking for help with all the whims. After all, Marcell was the star student in this class.
"One more time you talk about me, I'll kick your ass!" Weeby exuded an aura of madness, and her eagle gaze managed to pierce Marcell's eyes, then raised one hand into the air, intending to launch the action.
"Wow! If you hit my ass, it won't be sexy anymore, right?" Marcell replied again, this time his laughter was louder. Even though the words spoken had no comedic element, Weeby, who saw them, only sneered, looking at Marcell with disgust.
"Come here, I'm ready!" replied Weeby fiercely, her small jaw clenched.
"I don't want to, I'm sorry for my ass if you stab it, it will get rusty again. Your palms are rough like sandpaper," Marcell said carelessly, then he took a step back from Weeby.
"What does rust have to do with sandpaper?" Weeby's emotions immediately rose, Marcell was basically an annoying boy in Weeby's eyes.
"I don't know, just think about it yourself, ask Google or look in the library, maybe there's a book that discusses it," Marcell commented confidently.
"I'll never finish dealing with you until I die." Weeby rolled her eyes lazily, then two seconds later she looked back at Marcell.
"I told you, if it's not finished, you can continue it in hell."
"You just go to hell, you are halal to be put there," Weeby said in a loud tone of voice. She took one step forward, and after arriving in front of Marcell, Weeby did not hesitate to pinch the boy's head very hard. To the point that the sound of clucking was heard loudly.
Of course Marcell immediately complained of pain, repeatedly, he seemed to rub his head right in the area of Weeby's pinch just now.
"Stupid pain, where do you want to be? Heaven?"
"I-"
"In heaven, you can fight with your mouth, think using your brain," Marcell cut in, Weeby's words were not yet complete because Marcell immediately interrupted.
"Who would want to fight with you in heaven?!" Weeby was getting more and more inflamed, her energy was running out if she continued to serve Marcell like this.
"Yes, it's a deal, so when we die, we'll continue in hell? Okay?" Marcell stuck out his hand, asking for an agreement from Weeby.
"NOPE."
After that word slid sarcastically from Weeby's thin lips, the pretty girl finally turned around and began to waltz away towards her seat.
Marcell cheered inwardly because he had succeeded in making Weeby's emotions boil over and come out so explosively. For Marcell, doing something like that was a lot of fun, especially since Weeby's emotions were easily provoked.
With a face still filled with anger that had not yet subsided, Weeby immediately landed on her buttocks. Then she continued to sneer and grumble, not to mention swear.
"He's a freak, I want to throw him in the trash, Marcell is ugly, he has no brains," grumbled Weeby, who was still annoyed to death because Marcell kept bothering her.
"Marcell again, Marcell again, don't you get tired of fighting with him?"
Spontaneously, Weeby immediately turned to the side when Uti's words slid and hit the air, "What do you think?"
"Watch out, By, don't hate Marcell," warned Uti as she nudged Weeby with her elbow.
"How can I not hate an ugly guy like him if his job is to bother me?"
Uti smacked her lips, then she shook her head three times and said, "It'll be like in a new soap opera, from hate to love."
"What the hell, Ti? How would I like to date a guy as annoying as Marcell? I'm disgusted," Weeby said sarcastically, then she glanced at Marcell, who was very busy chatting with Resti.
"Marcell is so handsome, your eyes are rubbing," whispered Uti. She didn't want other students to hear her talking like that.
"Whatever you say, the important thing is that I hate that boy, and until whenever, my thinking won't change. Marcell is basically annoying."
Uti just nodded her head in agreement, "It's up to you, but do you think Marcell and Resti would be a good match?" Uti's eyes lit up.
Suddenly, when she heard that, Weeby's heart suddenly tingled and she became resentful, every time Resti and Marcell were discussed, Weeby's feelings became uneasy. Weeby then looked back, and Marcell was still laughing happily.
"I don't know," Weeby replied indifferently, shrugging her shoulders.
"I think they're suitable, because they look good together. Don't you think so, By? They're both good-looking too," Uti squealed, making Weeby suddenly roll her eyes lazily.
"What the heck, they match me too."
"What?!"
Uti reflexively rounded her eyes wide, what Weeby had said a few seconds ago had successfully caught her attention.
Weeby immediately froze, she didn't know why she could say something like that, it happened spontaneously.
"I didn't hear it wrong, By? What did you say?"
Uti shifted her seat to be closer to Weeby, this time all she needed was clarity from Weeby's words.
"What did I say?" Weeby pretended to be absent-minded, scratching the back of her neck, which was not itchy at all.
"You said that Marcell only fits there, so you automatically like Marcell?" Uti said while giggling, she then poked Weeby's chin with excitement.
"You heard me wrong, Uti. When did I say that? Don't talk out of your ass."
"Then does that mean I heard it wrong?"
Weeby immediately nodded her head, "Yup, and I think your ears need to be scraped again so that your listening senses become an hour razor," Weeby chided.
"Well then, what were you talking about?" Uti looked at Weeby closely, a little suspicious of what she had said.
Weeby let out a frustrated breath, and a second later she said, "I said that Resti is not compatible with Marcell."
"So what?"
"Especially with me?" Weeby pointed at herself with her index finger.
And Uti seemed to believe it. In fact, Weeby had actually let it slip.