Trials of the Heart

Chapter 6

Lyra felt as if she had just been in a staring contest with Medusa. She couldn't move, even if she wanted to. 'No...! This can't be happening!!!' Her mind was screaming at her to run away and hide for the rest of the lunch hour. But somewhat luckily, somewhat unluckily, that wasn't an option, because the bell rang. So she hurried inside, and up to the French classroom. But not-so-lucky for her, she was starting to hate the seating plan, which she hadn't about 20 minutes before. Because Devin, Declan, Jason and Jake, the most annoying guys Lyra had ever seen, heard Ally's declaration of Lyra's crush. They all sat around her. And the former reason she loved that seating plan, the current reason she hated it, Nate sat directly in front of her. 'Oh joy. Awkwardness City, here I come.' She thought to herself sarcastically. As she had guessed, French class was torture. But surprisingly, Nate seemed to just ignore everything and focus on his work. Relieved that he wasn't telling her that she was a weirdo or something like that, she did the same. Eventually, the other guys stopped trying to annoy them, and Jason asked if he could borrow her white-out. She gave it to him politely. Soon after, he gave it back. "Your white-out's a piece of crap." He said, as he passed her something that looked like a broken sponge paintbrush that was drowned in white paint. It took her a second to realize what it actually was. It was the stick that came attatched to the lid that you use to spread the white-out onto the paper. "How did you manage to do that?" She asked, giving him an unamused look. "I just put it on the paper and it broke. I swear that was what happened." He answered. Naturally, she didn't believe a word of it. But she had already gone through enough bullshit that day, so she just decided that it wasn't worth her time. "Ugh... Whatever. It doesn't matter." She said, throwing the now empty white-out bottle in the garbage. She hadn't even gotten to use it. Apparently, after he broke it, he dumped about three quarters of it onto the paper, and the last little bit of it, he used to write 'Jason was here', and 'Jason is the best' on the side of his desk. When the bell rang, she was grateful that all the annoying guys were away from her in her Social Studies class. She sat in the seat behind Nate, something she was once again grateful for, because her fears hadn't come true. (Thank God) they worked on a few worksheets, played a game, and read a chapter from the textbook. By the time they were done, there was about 5 minutes left of the school day, so the teacher let the students socialize for a few minutes. Lyra, wanting to avoid any contact with human beings for at least the rest of the day, walked over to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall. After a minute or two, she saw Nate walking toward her. 'Oh, no. This is it. I'm done for...' She thought sadly. And to think, she had thought she was off the hook. "Hey, Lyra. I'm gonna tell you a funny story." He said. She smiled, relieved that he didn't seem to mind that she liked him, and replied. "Go on, I'm listening." He smiled back and began his "story." "So, I was walking down the hall to go to the bathroom, and all of a sudden, there were these two girls that I don't even know. And they say to me; 'Hey! You're that guy that Lyra likes!' So I assume that you know them." Lyra rolled her eyes, looking unamused. "Let me guess. One of them was short, with longish brown hair and glasses, and the other was tall, skinny and blonde, right?" He looked at her, surprised. "Wow. You're good." She smiled and laughed a bit. "That isn't intelligence. It's common sense. The brunette is Natalie and blonde is Amber. Just so you know." He nodded in reply. "Why are you even friends with them?" He asked. She could easily tell he was joking, and she smiled. "I'll be honest. I have no idea!" They both laughed and joked around for the last minute of school, and when the bell rang and they went their seperate ways, as usual, she couldn't help but smile. 'Well... That could have turned out better... Could have turned out worse, but it also could have turned out better.' She thought to herself. She didn't mention a word of it to her mother, though. She was the second last person she wanted to tell that to. Her Dad, of course, being the last person she would ever tell. She did her math honework, ate supper, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be so fun. Hahaha.

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait for this chapter! Just been busy, lazy or not in the right mood, as usual! But I finally got this done! Yaaaayyy!!!! (\^•^/) Either way, you guys are the best! Luv yas! Bai! 😘