"Man!
If I have to listen to her try to explain to Ben how to conjugate the imparfait again..." I grumbled, heading to other-Katie's locker with Hillary.
"I know.
You would think he'd be good at French, being in I.B. and all." She agreed.
Ben grumbled.
"Hey!"
"So?
You know I'm right!" I taunted as we stopped and he walked past.
He did not choose to reply and I stuck my tongue out at his back.
Childish, yes.
Fun, yes.
Immature, nah!
Katie came walking up from her class.
"Hey!" She called, going to her locker.
"Hey, how was your morning?" I asked, leaning against the locker beside hers.
"Boring, yours?" She answered.
"Boring." Hillary and I said in unison.
"You have gym first this afternoon, by the way." I informed Katie, since I had gym last.
"Dangit!
I'll be wet and cold for last period!" She whined.
"I'm afraid of the attack day." I confided.
"I don't want some guy in lots of padding attacking me."
"Neither do I." Hillary and Katie agreed.
"Hurry up, Katie, I'm hungry." I said suddenly, dropping the subject as my stomach growled audibly.
They laughed and my friend put her bag away and took out her lunch.
The three of us then headed upstairs to mine and Hillary's lockers.
I took out my lunch and switched my morning stuff for what I needed for the afternoon.
We went to our designated spot in the 'stunted' hallway.
There was already a large group of our friends sitting there.
When everyone was sitting down, we were about fifteen grade nine girls.
We swarmed the edge of the hallway, making it hard for people to walk by due to our bags, binders, lunches and assorted feet.
However, when we wanted to we could be quite orderly.
"What did we have for homework?" I asked Hillary, sitting down beside her.
"Those sheets." She answered.
"Did you do them?"
"Nah." I responded, taking out my science and a pencil.
"I can do it now."
"Wonderful work habits." Our lunch-buddy, Emily, teased.
"You do the same for math, Emile." I answered, using her nickname.
"Shay, do you ever do your homework?" Aisha, another of my friends, asked.
"Only when it's due first period and I know I can't finish it in TAP." I replied, peering at the chemistry information.
"Does she check it?"
"Yeah." Emily answered, looking over my shoulder.
"That's toxic, by the way." She pointed at the blank space.
I filled it in.
"Thanks.
Anybody had self-defence yet today?"
A few people nodded.
"It sounds neat." One of them said.
"But I don't want to be attacked."
Everyone made their various sounds/words of assent.
To be blunt, who would want to be grabbed or sat on by an 'attacker' and have to get out that situation?
I certaintly did not.
We ate our lunches while talking amiably, people helping me occaisonally with my homework.
When I was done working and eating, I closed my binder and put it back in my bag.
I grabbed my lunch and walked to my locker, putting my lunch-box back inside.
I then rejoined my friends.
"C'mon, let's go wait outside science." I said a few minutes later.
"Class doesn't start for another five minutes." Hillary pointed out.
"So? We have nothing better to do." I retorted and she and Katie came with me.
We sat outside the science class, talking amongst ourselves as our other classmates came up.
When the bell rang, we went inside and sat at our desks.
Ben walked in about three minutes after the bell, as usual, and sat in front of me.
My other friends came in and sat at their places.
Our teacher walked in with the second bell.
Science went as usual:
Me pestering the teacher, the teacher calling me a fruit cake and us all learning something new.
We did not go in the lab.
Personally, I think that she does not want to take us in the lab.
She knows us too well.
"Ben." I hissed.
"I'm gonna draw a smiley face on your back, okay?"
He twisted around in his seat.
"No." He answered in a whisper.
I smirked and, because he moved, put a blue dot on his lower right side.
He moved again and I put the next on his upper left shoulder.
"Can I draw the smile?" I asked innocently, keeping my voice down, as he inspected the damage.
"No!" He answered in a loud whisper.
He then proceeded to push himself a good two feet forward, desk and all, to get out of my reach.
I sniggered silently to myself and went back to my class work.
When the bell rang, I headed downstairs behind the guy I like.
He was in my science and geography classes and, well, he was hot.
However, I had only said two sentences to him since school started.
My best friend, Sarah - not the one from french class, wanted me to ask him to come to a concert in February.
So did I.
But I was too shy around guys I liked to say 'hello' let alone ask them on a date.
I looked at the back of his head, muttering in my mind about how he should not have cut his hair.
He had blond hair, pale green-blue-gray eyes and he was about six feet three inches tall.
Same height as Sarah's boyfriend, St�phane - or S'fan, as I called him - yet hotter.
Much hotter.
And quiet, too.
Yes, I was pathetic.
My sub-conscious was plotting against me also.
It once decided to throw my pen past Kevin - who sat behind me in Science - to land under his desk just so he would pass it to me.
He gave it back and a very red me took it, whispering 'thanks.'
Not one of my brighter moments.
Another of my not-so-bright moments was in geography class.
I tend to be quite insane at times - especially when I have Kellogg's Frosted Flakes for breakfast - and I proved that one geography class.
And he was sitting right beside me in the computer lab while I ranted about Elk Island National Park.
I also was ranting about how I made a good rough copy out of bubbles.
Then I was proud of my 'bubble moose.'
Ben asked to see it and I showed him.
He laughed.
Hillary, however, was trying to get me to stop making a fool of myself and concentrate.
Little did she know that our teacher was reading a magazine.
Either fashion or models, I never got a good look at the cover.
As I watched the back of his head on the way down the stairs, currently halted due to the crowd of students, I heard Sarah nagging at me.
It was bad enough she actually did nag me when I was with her.
Now she was following me around at school!
I grumbled mentally at the Sarah-voice, but it did not go away.
I sighed to myself.
If I told her I would never hear the end of it.
I, therefore, decided not to mention that her voice was stalking me at school.
The crowd thinned abruptly and those of us trapped on the stairs were freed.
He went off to music class - I knew his entire schedule, sadly enough - and I headed the other way.
It took a lot of my self control not to stare at him.
I still payed the price by missing the board-ramp up the steps and tripping on said steps.
So, I walked to gym with an annoyed voice that resembled that of Sarah's chittering at the back of my mind.
Well, more like chanting.
An endless litany of why and how I should or could talk to him.
And saying his name every five words.
