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I dragged myself through to science, making sure my bag was
properly on my shoulder. I hated the
way it hung past my knees, booting me in the back of the leg
whenever I walked. And the fact that
the new trend to push someones bag off their shoulder? Whats the
point?
I sat down in my seat at the back of the classroom and sighed.
Obviously my loud mouth science
partner Jess wasnt here yet again. I think she skips science on
purpose. She hates me. I hate her. Oh
well right? I smiled at my friend across the room. She had to
sit next to a popular as you call it. Me
and Cassidy, or Cass as I call her hated everything and anything
popular. Snobby, uptight and rude.
Okay. Settle down then! Mr Adams shouted, silencing us all in
seconds. He terrified us. He was
about 7 foot, had dark brown hair. His eyes were like glass.
They could see through you and that
scared us the most. I pulled my book out my bag and looked at
the board. The Solar System. Oh
great...
My attention hooked to the door as it swung open. None other
than Eddie strolled in, his bag
hanging halfway off his back. His brown hair messy, his dark
blue eyes scimmed the room and thenlooked at Mr Adams. He was going
to get in trouble, and I couldnt be happier. I hated his guts.
Well,
I had never spoken to him before. But he acted like a jerk. He
wasnt popular. He always sat on his
own at lunch, and was never seen after that. He walked towards
his seat.
Stop right there MrCarter The teacher began, pointing his death
glare at the boy. Take a seat next
to Macy please! that got my attention most. He did not just say
my name. Please no.
Yes sir! Eddie sighed, throwing his bag on the table next to me,
making me jump. I looked over at
Cass, who was practically wetting herself a few tables away from
me. I pulled my dark brown hair
over the side of my face and slumped in my chair. This couldnt
be happening. Save. Me.
I could literally smell him from our widened distance. I tried
to put my finger on it. Freshly cut grass
with a hint of cologne in there. They were the only ones I could
pick up on. He had moved here less
then two months ago. Everyone wanted to know him, everyone
wanted to be his friend, but yet he
never let anyone in.
So, you and your partner sitting beside you will explore the
ranges of the solar system and hand in a
report of at least 7 pages about the chosen planet. You have
until Monday I felt like screaming. Me
and HIM? WHY? Why did the stupid teacher hate me so much?
You have to be kidding me? I mumbled, throwing my head in my
hands.
Jupiter! a voice perked up beside me. I love the word Jupiter.
Dont you? I turned my head and
looked at him. Was he kidding?
Huh? I had never heard him speak so much. His dark blue eyes
looked like they were going to suck
me in, like little black holes. His skin was a fair colour like
mine. It matched my brown eyes and
straight long brown hair that hung just above my waist.
Jupiter? You know? The planet? The assignment! he said, a small
smirk appearing at the crack of
his lips. Maybe I should ask for a smarter partner! was he
mocking me?
Whats your idea of smart? Blonde hair? Cheerleader? Barbie?
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Dont push it shortcake! Shortcake? What was I? A biscuit?
Short-what?
Shortcake! What are you? 4 foot 3? 5? Youre extremely short! 4
foot? I wasnt a munchkin!
Im 5 foot! I snapped, rolling my eyes. And I dont would rather
not have a lecture from you
thanks! I opened my text book and began scimming the lines.
Well I hate you too! Eddie snapped back just as quick, staring
intensely at me. Were doing Jupiter
K?
K? Mind speaking English? I smirked past my hair as it hung over
my face as I smirked.
I do! Macy Thomas, darling, do you mind us doing this lovely
project based on the planet Jupiter?
he said in a stereotypical English accent. He was definitely
mocking me.
I dont talk like that! I said defensively. I speak like a normal
person! I did. I dont sound like an
old fashioned Victorian! What days are you free this week?
Are you asking me out? him? gross...
Im asking when we can get this project over and done with! I
hated spending the last five minutes
with him. let alone the next 6 days.
Whatever you say! he threw his hands into the air. Im out until
8ish everynight. I go out on a
Wednesday, when does it fit you? I heard the sarcasm in his
voice. Thats it. I hated him. so, so
much.
Well 8 is too late. But you could stop by mine on your way back?
I asked, getting a pen out ofmy
pocket and scribbling down notes. Might as well get as much done
before I had to see his face.
I dont know where you live you know?
Washington street. Number 13 I said simply, writing it down on a
piece of paper and tearing it out
of my notebook.
Washington street? What are you the queen? he laughed to
himself.
And where do you live? I imagined him living in some apartment
on Bridge street.
Lynx road if you must know. Ill leave the number a mystery for
you he winked at me. Ugh. Jerk.
Wow. How exciting! I said sarcastically. But Lynx road? Isnt
that where that guy got shot last
month? his eyes turned to the darkest blue there was. Had I said
something?
Ill stop by around 9 he wiped his nose with his sleeve and stood
up.
Thats not wha-
I said 9 his face was emotionless.
