Heartfelt Transitions [First Draft]

Fourth

Giving one last wash to my right arm under the cold water, I carefully slung my bag on the left shoulder and exited the girl's washroom.

This wasn't good.

Sighing, I decided to head for the infirmary to ask for first aid. The corridors were completely empty and the first period was going on for some time now.

Yes yes, I should be in class at this time, but I couldn't go. Not without treating my arm.

Not unless I wanted to get an infection or something. Plus, everyone would stare.

"Hey, wait!"

Spinning around, I hid my arm behind my back. James jogged through the slowly increasing swarm of students. The bell had just rung.

He slowed down in front of me.

"Oh, hey," I said nonchalantly.

"Why weren't you in the class?"

"Uh," I began. "I, uh, forgot the class was that way."

He blinked. "What?"

"I got lost," I fumbled.

"Well, if you say so," James said, suspicion dripping in his tone. "Here. The results for last week's test were handed out."

He was holding out a stapled sheet of paper with one hand, a second sheet held loosely in the other.

A plus.

Of course he had gotten an A plus.

Taking my test, I glanced down.

My eyes widened.

B?

A whole ass B.

I grinned.

Newton who? Einstein who?

"Thanks," I said hurriedly. "This is all you. I will see you around."

"Wait wait, where are you going?"

"Uh."

"I will come with you," James said. "Lest you get lost again."

"I will be fine."

"I am not really sure considering you got 'lost' like that."

I should probably find a hole to hide in. This was getting embarrassing.

James frowned. "Why are you hiding your arm like that?"

"Non–"

"None of my business?"

I shifted in the spot, nervous. Why was I feeling so dazed in his presence?

"Did you get an edgy tattoo?"

I rolled my eyes. "As if. Who would be stupid enough to do that?"

"You would be surprised," he grumbled.

Huh. Did he...?

Nah, obviously not him. He was a goody two shoes.

"Say, we are friends, aren't we?"

I stiffened, taking a long hard look at him. He had an eyebrow raised, waiting for me to answer.

"Yes," I blurted out.

Friend.

"Then it's my business," James muttered, coming closer.

My breath picked up as he leaned closer. What was happening? What was happening? What was happening? What was happening?