12 After School Special: Part 2

                                    

                                          
"He totally has the hots for you," Emma said, as her, Claire, and I walked down the hallway together.
                          
I held myself back from gagging. "Ew, I hope not."
                          
"Oh my god, what do you have against him?" she asked.
                          
I shrugged. "Well, for starters, he's a lot older than us, and he reminds me of one of my brothers."
                          
"Ew, really?" Emma asked. "That's creepy then." She turned into a classroom, and the three of us sat at a table together.
                          
The room had pictures of cakes, muffins, Thanksgiving dinners, and posters of temperatures different meats should be cooked to. Each table had a blender, food processor, sink, dish rack, stovetop, and oven.
                          
Not gonna lie. This school was pretty swanky.
                          
"All right, class, is everyone excited?" A woman with a sticky sweet voice and an overall bubbly disposition walked in and closed the door behind her.
                          
"Yes, Miss White." Erupted quietly and out of sync throughout the class.
                          
"Aw, come on, guys. That was just sad. Are you guys excited?!" she yelled happily.
                          
"Yes, Miss White!" everyone yelled.
                          
She smiled brightly. "Good because, near the end of class, we are going to bake off giant chocolate chip cookies."
                          
There were random, quiet "yays," and almost everyone was smiling.
                          
"But first, as you can see, I placed a recipe on each of your tables. Now, most of you may not know what pesto is, but it's a classic. It can be used in a variety of different ways, including as a dip, spread, topping, or even a sauce. I bought fresh bread this morning, and I will cook off some pasta for you to test out your pesto when you are finished." Miss White smiled at all of us. "Okay, everyone, grab your partners and get started. And remember..." She smiled with a finger up. "I grade on effort, not outcome, so don't be scared to make mistakes."
                          
As Miss White turned to her own station, the whole class started talking and laughing as we got started.
                          
"This is going to be so easy, guys," Claire said, "My mom makes pesto all the time." She shrugged. "I think it's disgusting, but she's like addicted to the stuff."
                          
Emma nodded and smirked. "Okay, show us."
                          
"All you have to do is throw this stuff in here." Claire grabbed a bowl of something green and leafy, garlic, and some sort of nut, and dumped them in the food processor, and put the top on. "Then just hit start." She pressed the buttons, and the machine started to slice through the ingredients.
                          
Suddenly, the back of my bra was snapped, and I turned to see a kid looking at me smugly as he walked away.
                          
Emma groaned and rolled her eyes. "Don't let him bother you. That's Richard, but everyone calls him Dick because he is one."
                          
I smirked. "Does he know that's why everyone calls him that?"
                          
Emma shook her head. "No, he's also an idiot."
                          
Then our food processor started making a grinding noise and jiggling around on the table.
                          
"Oh my god. Oh my god." Claire grabbed onto the machine and clutched it to her chest to try and make it stop jiggling. "Miss White! Miss White! Our machine is possessed!"
                          
"Claire! Just shut it off, you dummy!" Emma yelled and reached over to press the off button.
                          
Claire took a deep breath. "Oh wow, that was kind of scary. I'm bad under pressure."