"Miss Chase." I hear my name, but it's probably just from my dream. I stay still, head buried in my crossed arms on my desk. I'm sleeping... or so I think I am. I don't even know. All I know is that I'm in English, watching some movie.
I don't watch movies at school, I just end up falling asleep. It's my nap time, although it's rare when we watch movies. In middle school we used to watch movies every week. Sometimes we'd watch two of them a week.
SLAP!
I jump up from the enormous sound of a ruler being slammed against my desk. I'm awake. Everyone bursts into fits of laughter at the scene. I look up at Mr. Logan, my English teacher.
"Chandler Brandy." Mr. Logan says with a smug grin. "Good morning. You look very well awake.
"Funny because win going to look ready to throw a book at you." I mutter.
"Pay attention."
"Why? It's not like I'm missing much." He shoots me a glare then goes back to sitting behind his desk. The laughter has died down and everyone is back to watching the movie.
I take out my notebook and open it to a blank page. Since I can't sleep, I'll just sketch random things. I pull out my pencil and move it along the paper. This class goes by so slow. It will feel like twenty minutes go by when really, it was only three minutes that went by.
"Chandler." I look up at Mr. Logan. "A word?" I sigh, standing up. I walk across the classroom and up to the front. I stand in front of his desk, looking down at him. "What makes you so uninterested in Romeo and Juliet?"
"Is that what we're watching...?" I ask, backing up. I take a look at the screen. That's exactly what we're watching. I move up and bite my bottom lip. "To answer your question, honestly, I think that what these two children did was stupid." It's true, that's exactly what I think about the movie and the book. Dying because of love is the stupidest way to die. Love is just some thing that never makes any sense.
"So you think that love is... Stupid?" He bites the op of his pen, waiting for my answer.
I nod.
"Worthless, too. They have all their lives, yet the use it to kill themselves over some fake love death crap." He face fills with concentration. "I think that they should've just ran off if they wanted to be together."
"Don't we all." He sits up, leaning with his elbows on the desk. "So, what if you fall in love?"
"I wouldn't kill myself over it. I also would wait till I'm older."
"Mhmm." He smirks. "You say that now, Chan." I roll my eyes and go back to my seat. A lot of the kids in here hate me because they think I'm Mr. Logan's favorite student. I probably am, but that doesn't affect me. They're just jealous. He knows that I'm troubled child and is the one to talk to me.
I take my seat as the movie ends. Mr. Logan turns the lights on, blinding me for a good minute or two. I rub my eyes then squint at the teacher as he stands in front of the room.
"You guys will be doing a project." He announces. "With partners." I groan. The thing I hate most about school is when you get partnered up for a project. "Also, I'll be choosing your partners for you." He has a wide smile. He enjoys to torture us, I swear it. My beat friend, Minnie Davis, shoots me an annoyed look. I just nod, agreeing with her. "Meghan and Dave. Luke and Brandon. Minnie and Eli. Jason and Lucy. Henry and Fred. Vince and Toby. Trent, Carl, and Wes. Then lastly, Chase and Chandler."
Chase is the new kid from two weeks ago. He doesn't talk much, do much, not shows himself much. He's in a few of my other classes today, also.
Chase moves a desk next to mine and takes a seat trapping me in my desk. Thanks, Chase, for giving me no where's to run. Mini shoots me a sly grin. Some girls whisper about Chase in the hallways, but I don't stop for any kind of drama that girls bring.
Mr. Logan goes around handing out papers. When he stops at Chase and I, he just smiles. He did this by purpose.
"Minnie and I work really good together." I tell him.
"So won't you and Chase." He answers, moving away before I can argue. Chase snicker and I look over at him.
"What's so funny?" I say between my teeth.
"Teenagers." Chase responds. "Why do you guys always want to work with your friends?" He looks down at me with his blazing dark blue eyes. This would be my first conversation I've had with him.
"You're a teenager, too." I squint at him, trying to make out his point. He should already have an answer since he's a teenager, also.
"You only know that." I roll my eyes and look down at the paper. I read through it. So, I guess we have to make a point as if love it good or bad. Just for the hell of it, too.
I already have this decided. We're going to make the best point at how love isn't good. It's worthless. I start writing some things down when Chase looks at my paper.
"Live it worth it." He says, causing me to stop writing.
"Yeah? Have you ever loved someone who you think is worth everything?" I demand with a sharp tone. He doesn't answer. "Exactly-" Hw takes my pencil and throws it across the room, hitting the wall not far from Mr. Logan's head. Mr. Logan turns around and look at Chase and I.
"Don't be immature, Chan." Chase says, all seriousness.
"Chandler, pick it up." Is all Mr. Logan says. I stand up, placing my hands on the back of mine and Chase's chairs, then I swing myself over the desk.
I go up in front of the room and grab my pencil. Chase looks at me with a sly grin. He's supposed to be a quiet good student, not some sneaky bastard.
I get climb back over my desk and take a seat. The things I wrote on my paper are erased. Okay, Chase is crossing the line.
"Thanks for all the help." I mutter sarcastically. "Logan, when is this due?"
"Next Friday." He answers without looking up from his papers. Exactly a week from today.
"We're gonna have to work on this this weekend." Chase says.
"We'll meet up." I say, not wanting to go over to each others houses.
"No." He looks at me, his messy black bags fall across his forehead. "I'll go to your house." The bell rings. He takes my hand and writes on the palm of my hand with a black pen. It tickles and I do my best not to move in his grip. He gets up, shrugging his bag on then leaves.
Once he's gone, I examine my hand. It's his number. Under the number he wrote, Chase's #. How nice of him.
