Annoying Adam

Valentine's Gift

Alone and confused, I watched Adam walk away.

Wait, why was I confused? He was angry about something (I think he started to speak in Spanish, I don't know, but it was kind of sexy), so he left. I probably would have done the same thing. Maybe he was a little scared.

Oh, and I wouldn't run. I don't care if I die (well, okay, maybe I do a little, but still, trying to prove a point here), I need to maintain my grades, because my mother would kill me (or haunt me during the afterlife) if my grades dipped below a C, and we had a huge Italian speaking test today. Oh, and there was a test in math as well, which could determine whether my grade went up or down. And there was no way I could retake either test. So, as for running away, yeah, no. That wasn't happening.

I shook what had happened out of my brain and focused on clearing out my locker. I finished right as the bell rang.

I gathered what I needed for French, then walked to class.

But I couldn't get rid of the nagging voice in the back of my head that was screaming for me to figure out what had just happened.

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"Alright class. Today is the test," Mr. Barreau told us. I shifted nervously while others groaned. I was ready. Give me the paper. I can do this.

That's when the unexpected happened.

"However, since you all seemed to do well writing out your French, now I would like you to speak to me. Just random chit-chat, as you Americans say. I shall be taking volunteers."

I glanced at the door nervously. Wait, what did I have to be nervous over? I rolled my eyes at myself and raised my hand, as if to probe to myself that there was nothing to be scared of.

And to get it over with.

"Parlez-vous français? (Do you speak French?)" I was going to start with easy, short questions, then progress to more complicated ones.

"Oui, (yes)," he replied. I shook my head. I was going to have to carry this whole conversation, wasn't I?

I started out as if we were strangers, asking him his name and where he was from, telling him I was an American girl. He only asked two questions, and that was in English and at the very end. And it wasn't even directed towards me.

"So, class. See how easy that was? Who's next?"

And so some more people volunteered, and I doodled in my notebook until the bell rang that signaled the end of class. I gathered my stuff and left without another word.

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Grrr...

Stupid blonde fake girls. I wanted to slap them across the face and tell them to get a life. A non-sl*t one.

Can you tell how well my day has been going?

I grabbed my lunch and sat down at the table with Anna and Allie, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Oh, I just love high school, don't you?" I asked in a too-cheery voice.

Anna and Allie looked at each other with an I-think-she's-on-crack-or-something expression on their faces.

I laughed sarcastically and started to eat my school-supplied slop. It looked like dead rat had liquefied in my bowl. Gross.

I choked it down, just listening to the random chatter Anna and Allie supplied. They threw a couple of concerned looks at me, but I ignored them and finished my lunch. I got up and threw it away with a curt 'see you later' thrown back across my shoulder when I realized it would be rude to leave without saying something.