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Written by my lovely friend, Kahlan Carlson
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CHAPTER 4
Geometry, I hate it.
There are two classes that I hate: math and psychology. This semester has both of them, great. I sit down and put my head on my arms waiting to fall asleep, but then someone taps my head with what felt like a pencil and I raised my head.
He was at least six foot one, and was smiling at me. Black hair that fell across one of his pale blue eyes, made his face look like a shadow; a completely, cute shadow. He was wearing black converse, black pants with a chain, and a black zip up hoodie. The funny thing though, I could see a white ribbed tank top underneath of the dark demeanor.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked
His voice washed over me like a calming river. His breath smelled like spearmint, and I love spearmint. I sat up a little straighter and put my red hair over one shoulder and started to play with it.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. What’s your name?” I asked a little bit more curiously than I intended.
“Scott. Scott Guard; and yours is?”
“Bree, Bree Night. Why do you ask?”
“What?”
“Why did you ask if I was okay? It’s not like people care…”
“I care. I asked because I care for pretty girls who get beat up on their first day of school. I care for people who faint at the sight of blood. I care because, that’s who I am,” he said while sitting down in front of me. He turned in his chair and stared into my grey eyes, and I stared right back into his blue ones.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate people who care for strangers. I appreciate people who know why they care. I appreciate you, I know I just met you, but I appreciate you.” I said. I was smiling for the first time that day. I was looking at Scott and he was smiling back with those vibrant white teeth.
Why was this happening? Why was he smiling at me? I have an ice pack stuck to my cheek, and this boy is making me smile like the idiot I am. I looked up at the clock and realized that we had five minutes before class was out. How did that happen? It feels like I just walked into this classroom five minutes ago, and now there was only five minutes left. I hadn’t taken any notes what so ever, and I was stuck in this trance with a boy I didn’t even know.
“Good, I’m glad we had this talk. Hey, I’ll find you at lunch. We can go sit outside and chat some more.” He said with that same smile on his face
“Sure. I’m supposed to be eating with my brother, but I can blow him off once. I’ll see you then.”
The bell rang at that minute and he stood up and left.
Wow. Did I just get invited to sit with someone at lunch? It was my first day of school too. That’s never happened to me before; I always get kicked to the curb because I look different. I’m rarely ever in the latest fashion, and my skin does make me look a little different than other people. I have uncontrollable hair and I’m not the prettiest, so for a guy to ask me if I’ll have lunch with him, this is a very big deal in my world.
I walk into my third class of the day and am hoping that no one I know will be in it; except for maybe Scott. I would like to see him again.
I go and sit down at the back of the class. I am in AP History, so I have to pay attention; why can’t I pay attention in the front of the class? I look up at the board and the name is Mr. Hanson or Mr. H if we wanted to call him that.
He looked to be around mid-thirties and he wore a bolo tie. I always despised bolo ties; they make men’s necks look bigger than they already were. He had on a pinstriped suit and some cowboy boots with a big buckle around his front; he must have grown up in Texas or something like that. He looked to be about five seven and quite muscular if I do say so myself.
“Hello class, my name is Mr. Hanson or Mr. H if you will. Today we are going to start by looking at ancient Greece. Is anyone excited, I know I am? So if you please take out your notebooks and pens or pencils, I will get the lecture started up.” He said in his southern accent. He ran his hands through his hair and then stroked his beard. “At the end of this lesson I will be asking two people to help pass out textbooks. Your homework tonight will be the introductory of this book, it’s only ten pages long front and back…”
By this point I had stopped listening, for two seats in front of me sat him. How many classes did I have with this boy? I don’t want my only safe haven to be in Geometry, I hate math. I don’t even know this boy’s name, and yet I am the one getting beat up. Why? It wasn’t even my fight until he brought me into it. What did Alex do to make this boy hurt me?
Just as I was about to look away, he turned around. His dark blue eyes met my grey ones and I instantly got the shivers. He turned back towards his desk, just to turn around again and pass a note to me. I took the note from the girl sitting in front of me, I think her name is Cassandra, and read it:
Look, you’re probably wondering who I am. You are probably wondering why I beat you up this morning. Well, I’ll tell you everything. I will tell you anything and everything you want to know, you just have to promise me one thing, will you keep my secret? If you can, meet me in the courtyard after school; I swear you won’t be sorry.
I wrote back one word: Yes.
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