Scarlet's Mate

Part Six

Gym class was brutal, Mrs.June decided we should start the year off with the track unit.  She made us run laps around the gym the entire time.  She didn't care how fast we ran or if we walked for a bit.  But if she realized you were walking for too long she'd hustle you to run again.  Although she did dismiss us 10 minutes early, to cool down and wipe the sweat off ourselves in the locker rooms.  Luckily one of the girls brought deodorant, we passed that around like a joint at Woodstock. 

The bell rang and I headed towards my locker to switch out my notebooks.  I saw Derek leaning against my locker as I approached.

"You really are stalking me, aren't you?  Thought I wasn't going to see you until lunch?"  I teased him.

"I knew you were missing me so I figured I'd stop by and walk you to class."  He gave me his now famous smirk.

"Well, I do ask you to please move so I can get in my locker."

Derek moved only enough so he wasn't blocking my locker anymore.  I did my combination as he watched me and the door swung open.  I switched out my notebooks and closed the locker.  Then I sighed, and reopened my locker.  Derek gave me a confused look but once he saw me grab my water bottle and my wallet he understood.  I closed my locker again and started to move towards my next class.

"Where are you going?"  Derek asked, looking confused.

"To my next class?"

"You have history with Mr.Smith next though."  He phrased it as a statement rather than a question.  Which makes me wonder how he knew that, I don't remember telling him. 

"That's where I'm going."  I was starting to get frustrated.

"You're going the wrong way," he said with a smirk, clearly enjoying how frustrated I'm becoming.

"Oh," was all I could say.  I realized he was right, I was going the wrong way.  But I hate being wrong so I couldn't help myself when I said, "I knew that, just wanted to test my theory."

"And what was your theory?"  He asked, amused.

"You don't need to know," I don't actually have a theory, but he doesn't need to know that either. 

"Mhm," he threw his arm around my shoulder and walked me to history, "this time I mean it when I say I'll see you at lunch."

"We will see about that," I laugh and head into the classroom.

History class made time stand still.  I felt like I was there for eternity when the bell finally rang announcing my freedom from that hell.  Not only is it the worst subject but the teacher is clearly sexist.  Which makes things so much worse.  Listening to him rant for an hour makes me jealous of Abe Lincoln and JFK. 

But art is after history, and art is my favorite class.  So it makes sense that life had to balance it out.  My schedule is the literal definition of Yin and Yang.

I finally make it to the art room and notice Mrs.Smalldeno struggling to carry supplies.  It looks like evrythings about to drop from her hands, I throw my stuff down on the table and rush over to her, "here let me help," I grab some of the things from her hands, curious on how she managed to pick it all up in the first place.

"Oh thank you, thank you.  You are a lifesaver.  You are a good one.  Just put it all over here," she nodded her head at a small table in the center of the room.

I walk over and plop the stuff down, careful so nothing falls off the table.  She places her handful down and starts to organize it all.  

"I used to have an assistant but she mat-married, yes she married, and now she's living her beautiful life and I'm without an assistant.  A small price but still a price," she smiled at me, "but that's not your worries, thank you for the help Scarlet, such a lovely name."