If it gets out, who knows what will happen. He couldn't be late for Mrs. Marsh's class again or he'd get detention. And detention was not something he wanted.
He sprinted through the door as the bell rang and Mrs. Marsh was standing by the chalk board glaring at him. Take your seat, please. Her hands were poised on her hips. She was a short, pudgy woman who was well into her 70s. She always said she wouldn't retire because she loved working with kids, but Jimmy thought her real reason was because she loves to make him miserable. In the seat behind Cindy, Libby was gently bobbing her head; Jimmy could see the wireless ear buds he gave her for her last birthday shining in her ears.
Sheen was doodling on his notebook page. Jimmy couldn't see what he had drawn, but he was sure it had something to do with Ultra Lord. Carl was behind Sheen, and he was reading a book about llamas.
Cindy was very attentive. Her hair was pulled back into a wispy pony-tail on the back of her head and some strands fell down in her face, which she continually tucked behind her ears. Her pencil was scribbling the notes on the board in her note book.
Marsh pulled down the screen at the front of the classroom and hit a button on a tiny black remote. Jimmy could hear the projector whir to life above of him. A picture of armies marching behind a dark figure with his back to the camera was displayed.
Jimmy and Cindy raised their hands immediately while the rest of the class sat mute. After a few moments of silence, no one else spoke up. Because today, we'll be learning about World War Two. Marsh hit another button and the powerpoint moved to the next slide. Jimmy paid minimal attention, as did Cindy; though she tried to at least look interested, unlike Jimmy.
He couldn't be bothered to learn about WWII again. Jimmy was struggling to stay awake when he heard someone cough around him. He looked over at Cindy and saw her notebook pushed towards the end of her desk.
He waited until Mrs. Marsh turned around to write something on the board before he leaned over to read it. Jimmy glanced back at Mrs. Marsh before scribbling his own response on his notebook page. I was up late working. Cindy rolled her eyes and smiled. You need better time management skills Jimmy scowled. He had been working on something for her birthday coming up soon, but he would make her feel guilty later. I need a device that allows me to not sleep Cindy giggled quietly.
She was in the middle of writing something else and Jimmy was watching her intently when someone cleared their throat. The pair looked up to see Mrs. Marsh standing between them with her arms crossed. Anything you would like to share with the class? Marsh turned back to her desk and sat down as she continued through the lecture. The pair dared one more glace at each other before trying to focus on the lecture. After the first class, the group of five students exited the room and split off in their own smaller groups, saying goodbye until lunch.
Cindy and Jimmy were headed to AP Triganometry while the others were split between chemistry and English. You're the one who wrote to me in the first place. He opened his locker and a few papers fell out and fluttered to the floor. I know where everything is. He took the paper from Cindy's hand and stuffed it back in his locker.
He had lost a bet with her last week and agreed to carry her stuff to math for two weeks. Well, Libby and I could go another day. He'd follow her around and carry her bags and stuff. I'll talk to her at lunch. They had to run some chemical tests on a few different samples and he had been wanting to get it done. The pair reached their class and took a seat at the table in the center. Jimmy divided up their belonging, passing the neat and decorated binder and pristine text book to his table-mate and keeping the beat up book full of papers for himself.
Cindy looked surprised before she checked which shirt she was wearing. When she got dressed this morning, she saw red in her closet and threw it on without thinking about it.
It matched the red that her shoes were. Upon further inspection, it was a V-neck shirt with a pale yellow atom on it. She had bought it last time she and Libby went shopping. It reminded her of one of her favorite shows about a bunch of scientists. She hadn't realized Jimmy had a favorite shirt that was almost identical to it until he commented on it. The bell rang and the teacher bounced out of her seat. She was in her mid-twenties, petite, and was referred to by most male students as 'Mrs.
I didn't get to grade your exams last night because I value sleep, so we're just moving on to the next chapter. Turn to page Jean turned around and started drawing a diagram on the chalk board. She went across the board drawing graphs until there were four. Problems one through four.
Cindy waltzed up to the board with her text book in hand. Jimmy watched as she picked up the piece of purple chalk and began to work out the problem beside the blank graph. Jean called to him. A few students giggled as Jimmy scrambled up to the board and flipped through his text book to find the right page.
He used the yellow chalk to scribble out the problem, watching Cindy out of the corner of his eye. She was focused on her book, her hand moving effortlessly across the graph. He wished the two other students weren't in between them.
She suddenly turned and gracefully went back to their table. Jimmy could feel her eyes on him. She had finished hers first. Jimmy finished up his problem faster than the other two students and returned to his seat, mirroring Cindy's position with his hands folded on the table in front of him. I could still beat you. Cindy smirked as the other students finished their problems and retreated back to their seats.
The rest of class went off without an issue, which Jimmy was thankful for. He didn't have the energy to argue today, though he would never admit it. He just focused on taking his notes during the lecture and copying down the list of homework problems. It's a problem that you have to solve, but you won't learn how to for another few weeks.
Just copy this down, I'll give you a week to attempt it, so if by next Friday, you've figured out how to solve it, you'll get five extra credit points.
Jean wrote a long inequality problem on the board and the rest of the class wrote it down quickly. The bell rang and the room cleared out faster than Jimmy could blink.
He slowly stuck his notes in his book and waited for Cindy to gather her belongings before they also left the room. Loser buys the other's lunch for a week. She glared at it for a moment before taking it. Solo auditions are today, and Libby is so excited. When it's not insulting me, your voice sounds really nice.
Cindy blushed at the compliment. They had stopped being so vicious with each other, and they considered each other good friends, but it was still odd to hear him be nice.
I'll think about it. She grabbed her folder full of choir music.