Enemies With Benefits / A Doah Story (ON HOLD)

Chapter Fourteen - Dancing In The Darkness

Continuation from chapter thirteen

Dixie's POV

Once the bell signalling for first period rings, I zoom out of the auditorium. I'm happy they ended up just going over the first act the whole time so I didn't have to go on at all. I stayed up front with Mrs. Barrett, while I have no idea where Noah went. I got to see Nick's solo, and it was pretty amazing. The first act is complete, and now we have to move on to the second. Which is where I get brought into the whole mix.

Rushing to my locker, I grabbed my french book and scurry to French. No way do I want to meet Noah at our lockers. I slide into my seat, laying my head down. Gosh, I'm getting nauseous! Get over it, it was just lust! Once class begins, and my mind drifts further away from Noah, I feel better and better. By the time I'm in the seventh-period study hall, all is forgotten. I'm doing my homework and listening to music. Then my headphones get pulled out and Madison comes into the picture.

"Ahhh Bryce and I had the best night ever!" Madison gushes, crossing her legs and taking a sip of her girly coffee drink. I let out a breath. I'm glad she had a nice night, better than mine. My stomach clenches. My night with Noah wasn't bad at all actually. It's just what happened this morning! "After the party, we wen-"

"I don't care!" I blew up. All eyes turn to me, and Mr. Feldmen shushes me. "Sorry," I whisper. Madison is glaring at me, and I roll my eyes. Gathering my things, I go and sign out to Mr. Parker's room. He is eating lunch right now, so he won't be there. No one will be there. I knock on the door when I see he is sitting there. Grading papers. He gestures for me to come in, and I do. Setting my stuff down at my desk, and pulling a chair across from his desk. "Can I help?" I offer. "You should eat.."

"I have cookies to snack on." He says, "No worries mother!" he snickers, and I spit my tongue out at him. Holding out a stack of papers. I take them and grab the other red pen laying on his desk. "Oreos, the vanilla kind!" He says, licking his lips. I smile, at least he has something to eat.

Time flies and the bell rings for the eighth period to start. "Oh.. shit." he sighs, "The chess club is gone again." He rubs his face, closing his computer. I finished the last paper and a couple of other people in this class slid into the room. Pulling the chair back to where I got it, I took my seat. Mr. Parker gives me a couple of Oreo's and tells the other complaining classmates that I help him with stuff so I earned them.

"No, that makes no sense!" I say we're a little off-topic, and now we are talking about monkeys throwing poop. "I've never seen a monkey throw anything, let alone their poop."

"Oh come on you've seen a youtube video or something!" Mr. Parker says, and everyone else nods in agreement.

"No. Never" I say, smiling. This is a great history lesson. "Now.. why don't we get back to slavery?" I offer. I get a couple of pieces of crumpled paper thrown at me, and even Mr. Parker frowns. The rest of history goes like this: all of us are debating topics like how they get cheese inside cheese hot dogs, and why only the queen bee has babies. Once the bell rings, I let out a breath. My dance recital!

"Hey come here!" Mr. Parker says before I walk past him. I come around to the other side of the desk, and I see he has youtube up.

"Oh come on!" I laugh, and he grabs my arm.

"Nope. You're watching. You gotta watch it or I'm gonna fail you." He threatens jokingly. I kneel, with a breath of agreement. He presses play, and the door to his room swings open in a blur. "Ahhh, Noah what can I help you with?" Mr. Parkers asks, pausing the video. I close my eyes looking at the floor. Great. I'm guessing he is here to get a new tutor.

"I need to talk to her." His voice speaks, and he sounds tired. Does he want to talk to me? What? Why?

"Are you feeling okay? You look like you're coming down with something." Mr. Parker asks as I stand up.