"Hey." Say's Jeremie as I walk into class. He has on a dark jeans with an white button up shirt that isn't tucked in, with a black tie, and black Vans. He looks sooooo hot. As usual. No surprise there.
"Hey." I say back to him, smiling.
"So I've got to ask you something."
"Okay." I've got all seriousness on. Seriously.
"So... Why are you smiling?"
"I don't know. I just don't know what you're going to say so I'm thinking that it's going to be funny and that you'll just make me laugh in the middle of class and then I'll get into trouble, and Mrs. Smith is then gonna get mad at me, but she wont get mad at you because you never really talk in this class. So..."
"Wow. That was a very... long descriptive explanation." He say's smiling. "But what I was GOING to say is that for the rest of this week I'm gonna be outta town for a wedding. So just letting you know in case you get... you know.... lonely."
"What? Me? Lonely? Nah, I'll be fine!"
He look's a little disappointed, so I quickly say, "I'm just kidding. Of course I'm gonna miss you! I've barely known you a week, yet we now talk to each other all of the time in class."
Now he's perked up a little and smiles at me.
"Samantha and Jeremie! Would like to tell me is so necessary to talk about right now in the MIDDLE of class?"
"No Mrs. Smith." I say quietly. Because as much as I HATE her, I don't like her mad at me at all. In fact I don't like anyone mad at me.
"Okay. Now if I hear you two talking again then I am going to move you two." She turns back around to the board and continues talking about this whole Pythagorean Theorem thing and I zone out.
I feel Jeremie's hand tap me on the shoulder and I turn around and he passes a note into my hand. I open it up and read it. It say's: Do you think that she really is married? Or is that just a cover up name?
I start to laugh in spite of myself, and quickly write on the back of it: I don't know, I've thought the exact same thing myself. This may sound really mean, but I honestly don't know how she could get a husband with her kind of personality that is just plain and controlling. Like Angela off of The Office.
***
I just heard someone in the hall after class got out, say that Mrs. Smith is gonna be a Miss pretty soon. Yup, she's getting a divorce. So there really was a man in her life. Man, poor Mrs. Smith.
***
In English (which is the main class that I actually LOVE) Mr. Reese is talking about how we're going to be reading The Crucible. "Now since we're going to be reading this, I want you to understand as much as you possible can on the subject. So your homework tonight is to right a report, two pages, double spaced, talking about the Red Scare."
"What?" Johnny says. One of the most popular guys in school, who sits only a few desks away from me. "What does that have to do with it?"
"Well that's actually a very good question." Say's Mr. Reese. "But you will have to figure out later when we start the play, what this really has to do with it. But until then, it's a surprise."
I can't wait to start reading this. I might just start tonight.
"Freak." I hear Johnny mutter under his breath.
"Loser." I hear myself say to him, and he looks up, straight at me, and then I quickly walk out of the class when the bell rings, hoping that he REALLY didn't hear me. Or else I would feel terrible.
Oh, well. I'm gonna go and search for Mariah so that we can go home.
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