Well That Was Unexpected

Chapter Four: Whoops

Eliza's POV:

Sometimes, I wish that I could move somewhere far away. It may sound cheesy, but at least I would be free from the things that bother me. I could jump and skip in a meadow filled with delicate flowers or sing to my heart's content. I could eat and not get fat, and wear no makeup with baggy clothes. I could not feel insecure about myself and just let myself enjoy the moment and the life that I have. Oh and chocolate, chocolate has to be there. Hershey's. You can never go wrong with letting a chocolate bar melt in your mouth. Ok, anyways, that is my paradise. But for now, I'm stuck in the middle of school, in the middle of first period with my annoying lab partner bugging me.

"Hey, Eliza," Aaron whispered out of the corner of his mouth, not wanting to be heard by the witch known as Ms. Johns. "You know you're not supposed to be eating in class right? It endangers the no food rule. Didn't you hear Ms. Johns say that at the beginning?" He was mocking me, full out mocking me.

If he wasn't so attractive, I would have kneed him in the private part already.

"Hey Aaron, shut up," I replied, munching on my chewy bar.

I can never resist the chocolate dipped chewy bars that my dad buys from the grocery store. They were screaming "help me!" In the cupboard this morning, begging me to eat them. I couldn't say no to a talking chewy bar.

"Can I have some?" I almost lost it when Aaron slowly reached over and tried to take a chunk off of my delicious snack.

"You touch you die," I barked, watching in satisfaction as Aaron slowly retracted him hands, a look of shock written over his face.

What? I freakin love to eat.

Only Scarlett and my parents know how possessive I am over food. I don't understand how people can fast themselves during a holiday. I would die in the Hunger Games right away from getting too hungry. I would probably curl up on the floor and cry. Or I could just wait until Peeta comes running to me for rescue.

Yes Peeta, come to me.

"Eliza, share?" Aaron pouted before glancing between me and my chewy bar. I repeat. MY chewy bar. Mine, it's all mine!!!

"No," I snapped, scooting my chair farther away from Aaron. "Now go away," I commanded, using my fingers to cast a spell in him. "Be gone."

"I can't just disappear like that," he sniggered, "it would take more effort."

Oh, a challenge.

Ms. Johns turned her back.

"Ok," I muttered before punching Aaron painfully in the arm, hearing the satisfied noise of Aaron yelping and everyone turning -including Ms. Johns- to stare at him. Aaron shot daggers through my head before I tried to bite my tongue to hold in my laughter. His face...it was just too priceless.

"Aaron!" I spoke loudly, trying to hold in my cackles, "control yourself! Making noises during class isn't aloud," my voice was shaking from trying to not burst out into fits of giggles. Oh, this was just too fun.

"Are you alright, Mr. Carrington?" Ms. Johns asked, looking at Aaron with concern.

"Just peachy," Aaron mumbled, leaning back in his chair, sending me daggers. Boy, if looks could kill, I would be dead by now. I tried to hold in my snickers, by stuffing my face in the biology book that I was "reading". What fun.

"Alright, everyone will be starting a report on your specific type of bacteria. This project will include growing your specific type of bacteria as well as writing a ten page essay on them." Groans erupted around the classroom and Ms. Johns spoke excitedly. It's like it was fun for her to cause pain on her students. "You will work with your lab partners-" I sighed loudly at this, "-and you will not, by any chance try and swap partners. This will be an in the classroom and out of the classroom assignment, so I suggest going over to someone's house and getting started."