Faking Her Way Through

Chapter 9

"Okay, let's go," Emma replies walking toward the doors.

"Bye! Good luck on your first day," the woman calls out just as they leave the office.

"So where are you from?" Emma asks as Andy puts in his locker combination.

"Ummm, why do you want to know?" Andy asks as he tries to get his locker open.

"I don't know, it's just something people usually ask. Just casual conversation," Emma replies timidly.

"Oh," Andy replies kicking his locker.

"Kicking your locker isn't going to help open it, it will just hurt you," Emma says as Andy groans in pain.

"Don't even say it," Andy mutters.

"I told you," Emma comments like a five year old.

"Ha ha," Andy mutters as he pulls his locker and it flies open.

"Oh. My. God." Emma gasps once she sees the inside of Andy's locker.

"What?" Andy asks completely oblivious to the disaster he calls his locker.

"You're locker. It needs to be cleaned. Now." Emma blurts out.

"My locker is fine," Andy replies sternly.

"How are you supposed tot get to class on time? We need to fix it, let me see your schedule," Emma demands putting out her hand.

"That has my address on it," Andy whines.

"I'm not going to stalk you, calm down," Emma says sarcastically still holding out her hand.

"Hang on," Andy replies grabbing a pen scribbling out something and then handing Emma the paper.

"Really?" Emma asks looking at the piece of paper seeing the huge blob of scribbles.

"Yup," Andy replies with a smirk.

"Okay good, you have your binders already labeled," Emma says grabbing his binders rearranging them.

"What are you doing?" Andy asks as she looks at the binders placing them back into his locker.

"Putting them in order of when you have classes," Emma replies as she places the last binder in his locker.

"Okay, thanks?" Andy questions grabbing his first binder.

"It will make going class to class easier, believe me," Emma responds with slight confidence.

"Okay.." Andy replies closing his locker staring at her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Emma asks slightly uncomfortable.

"You're the one showing me around, so aren't we supposed to be in our class?" Andy asks.

"Oh yeah," Emma replies blushing.

Emma begins to walk quickly down the hallway picking up speed as she makes her way down the hallway.

"Geez, can you slow down Emily?" Andy asks.

"No this is how I always walk. And it's Emma," she replies slightly pouting as her feet move quicker.

"Sorry, I'm terrible with names," Andy answers embarrassed.

"It's alright," she responds focusing on a classroom.

"Is there anything I can do to make you slow down?" Andy asks panting a little.

"Yeah," Emma responds stopping quickly just standing there.