Enemies With Benefits / A Doah Story (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two - Wednesday Already

Continuation from chapter one

Dixie's POV

Madison and Nick are bickering like normal as the three of us make our way into the school. I've tried my hardest but the two of them just can't seem to get along, they don't really hang out unless they're both with me though so they hopefully don't spend too much time together. The dumb thing is that they argue about what's for lunch and make it seem like it's World War III! Once we're actually in the building where other students start watching, I elbow each other in the gut.

"You can knock it off now." I say, "I have to stop at the office, so I'll see you guys later. '' I excuse myself from their madness. I do have to stop at the office to get stuff for later. Later as in Noah's tutoring lesson, which I haven't figured out yet if I'm scared or worried or anything. It will be a new experience I know for sure, the last time Noah even talked to me let alone looked at me was back in middle school. We had to work together on a science project, in which he actually was nice to me and he did the same amount of work I did. I wonder what changed. Puberty. That's what happened. In middle school, he was still Noah Beck the cute jock. But in the year between eighth grade and ninth, puberty struck him and oh hot damn. Freshman year he wasn't known for being a player or a manwhore as I call it, but Sophomore year it started. Now it's the third quarter in our junior year and he just keeps ongoing. Why I know all of this I don't know. It must be from Madison. I'm not crushing on him, I'm one of the rare girls here who could care less. I see him for who he is.

Once I have everything from Mr. Lopez, I bring it all back to my locker and head to French class. I hate having a foreign language first period, but it has its pluses. The teacher, Mrs. Jack, pronounced shock, understands we aren't fully ready to learn such hard things, so she goes slow and records the lessons to let us bring them home if needed. The first bell rings indicating class is ready, so everyone that's here quiets down and listens to the start of the lesson. Once she is done with the lesson she hands out homework and I get to work. I hate homework, I oftentimes don't have any because I finish it in class or study halls. Switching to the second period when the bell goes off for it I stop by my locker to put away my french book and grab my water bottle for speech. I tend to need a lot of water in this class even though I don't get nervous or anything. I just like being hydrated, it keeps me focused I guess. Sitting through, my other classmates' speeches make me tired though. I am not interested in public speaking, but it counts for college credit so I thought I should take it.

Moving on throughout the day, I get more and more anxious for the tutoring session. I guess I am worried. When the bell rings in my seventh-period study hall I nearly fall out of my chair. I was really off into my thoughts. Running to my locker to grab my history book, I noticed the locker next to me was already opened and filled with a bunch of stuff. From the looks of it though it's not a new kid. I snoop for a second, trying to see if I can see a name anywhere.

"Can I help you?" a boy asks behind me, I turn my face turning pink. Oh shit, gosh great start Dixie. It's Noah. The pink fades and I turn white. "You knew here or something?" he asks, looking me up and down the way his kind does. I shake off what just happened, and turn to my locker closing it.

"No. I'm not new here, Noah." I speak, "Dixie... D'Amelio.. we've gone to the same schools since middle school." I inform him, and he shakes his head as if I'm not ringing any bells. Whatever at the moment I could care less, I'm late for class. I walk off steaming with anger about the new locker situation. Why would they move his locker? That's dumb! Why did you have to move Kate? Sliding into my seat, a minute late, Mr. Parker doesn't right me up. I've never been late before, so I'm happy he is letting this time slide. The class goes by way too fast, and when the bell rings take my sweet time gathering my things. Maybe he didn't get my email, and that's why he didn't recognize my name at all. If he didn't get my email though then he might not show up.