🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 7: In Which They Discuss Books

(Marigold's Perspective)

So today the English class assignment was to choose an independent reading book to do a report on.
I was already reading Cujo by Stephen King, and I wasn't gonna give that up for some book report.
I turned to Allison.
"What're you reading?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure yet. I have a lot of unread books at home." She admitted with a shrug.
I nodded in response.
"What kind of books?" I asked curiously.
"Stephen King, mostly. But also poetry and randomness." She replied.
"Oh, cool." I said, and she smiled.
I took my English supplies out of my bag and put them on my desk before sitting down, placing my backpack on the floor beside the desk.
I put my book on my desk.
Allison looked over at the cover.
"I've read that one. One of my favorites so far." She said with a smile.
I smiled back.
"Oh, cool!" I said.
The bell rung, signaling class was starting, and the teacher entered the room.
"Good morning, class." The teacher began.
The teacher taught the class as usual and gave us small stapled packets to do our reading logs in.
Basically all we'd have to do was write down the basic idea of what happened in the chapters we read in one sitting.
Easy.
But, of course, some kids never read an actual real book unless they're forced to, and so there was a lot of eye-rolling and complaining.
Allison wrote down some words on a small index card and pushed it my way for me to read it.

I can't believe these kids. I mean, obviously if you have trouble reading then I get why you wouldn't want to be forced to read, but some kids are just lazy.

I nodded in agreement.
I then began writing down something on the card.

It's not like we have to do extra math homework, people.

And then I passed the paper back to her.
She read it, and laughed softly.
"Yeah." She mumbled with a nod of her head and a smile while looking down at the paper.
"I'm excited for this weekend." I said without even thinking about it, and then mentally facepalmed.
"Me too." She replied.
I began writing more to avoid getting caught by the teacher while we were talking.

Do you have any snack preferences? I can buy stuff.

I passed her the paper.
She paused to read it, and then wrote something down before passing me the paper.

I really like Fudge Stripes.

I nodded in response, and began writing.

Okay, I'll buy some :)

Then I passed her the note.
She folded it and placed it in her jacket pocket, making my mind race.
Is she keeping the note? Does she like my handwriting? Does she like me???
We continued with the class as usual, and even got free time at the end of the class period.
Which I usually would have used to read, but since Allison didn't have a book yet, I spent the free time talking to her.
We discussed movies, music, musicals, plans for this weekend, and randomness.
But sadly, the period ended, and we both had to leave the class.
We talked in the halls, and talked on the bus.
Then we soon had to go our separate ways, and I smiled as I walked to my house with butterflies.