Rainy Days

Ch.1

Chapter 1

It was Thursday, Sept 14. It was raining outside. I was sitting French class, bored to death. Then, Madame Jacques, our French teacher, asked, "Qu'est-ce que vous avez fait pendant le week-end, Jenna?" She was asking me. You see, I hate French, I really do. I have no interest in studying for tests or quizzes. I don't even listen in class. So when Madame Jacques asked, "Qu'est-ce que vous avez fait pendant le week-end, Jenna?" I just said, "Bacon?" Everybody broke out into a roar of laughter. I felt my face redden in the noise. As I look around, my best friends, (They sit on either side of me) Heidi and Maren, are two of the only three not laughing their faces off. "She asked what we did over the weekend." said Heidi. "Not what is your favorite food." said Maren. "Oh," I said. By the way, if you're wondering who the third person not laughing is, well it's my crush Jake Wild. Just then, Jake did something to make me blush. A lot. He stood up, in the midst of all the noise, and quieted everyone down. Next he started speaking. He said, "Come on, guys. It was an honest mistake. Don't laugh at Jenna just because she got a problem wrong. You all make mistakes. So just, um... don't laugh at people's mistakes." His face became a bright red as he sat back down. I wondered why. "Merci, Jacob, pour la compensation, et tout le monde se calmant vers le bas. Maintenant, permet d'aller de l'avant." said Madame. Then she said some more stuff that I didn't, nor did I care, to understand.

. . .

When the bell rang for lunch, I gathered my French stuff a little slower than usual. Of course, I was trying to wait until Jake got all his stuff, so I could talk to him on the way to our lockers. Our lockers are side by side. Jake started to walk out. I stuffed my pencil into the side of my bag and started after him. "Hey, Jake! Wait up!" I said. He stopped suddenly and turned around. "Oh, um... hey, Jenna." he sounded... nervous? "Mind of I walk with you to our lockers?" I asked. "No, not at all." he answered. We walked in silence. When we reached our lockers, he finally broke the silence. "Your shirt really brings out your, or um my um... eyes." he said nervously. "Funny, your shirt kind of brings out my eyes too." We both looked down at our shirts and I suddenly became self-conscious of what I was wearing. My 'Jet Black Cat' tank top belly shirt, my short-short blue jeans and my strappy sandal wedges. But worst of all was my hair; it was as frizzy as ever. My hair is about five inches past my shoulders. Today I didn't bother to brush it. I looked back up to meet his eyes. Then our eyes locked. I held his gaze as he held mine. We did this for what felt like hours before he looked away. "So, you know that new fancy restaurant that just opened up on James Street?" He asked.

"Olive Garden?"

"That's the one."

"And?"

"Well, I was wondering if you were free this Saturday, and wanted to go there with me." he asked. "Really? Because I would love to!" I said, excitedly. "Great. So, I'll pick you up at eight?" he asked. "Sounds great Jake. I can't wait." I said. "Oh, and Jenna, one more thing? Would you like to sit with me at lunch today?" he said. "Sure, Jake. I most certainly would." I said with a smile. He offered me the inside of his elbow and said, "Shall we?" and I answered, "We shall." And together, arm in arm, we walked to lunch.