Him, Her

Chapter 6

His Pov

Why did I even take French? I thought. I could always tune Madame Cameron out, like I always do. I remember how Al and I used to throw paper balls at each other, each ball carrying a note. I slyly looked back at her. Why does she always draw? What is she drawing? Is it me? No, it can't be me. Then again the rest of the folder is filled with drawings of me. I guess I'll never know. I mean it's not like I'll ever speak to her again, unless I have to for school. My thoughts were interrupted by something hitting my shoulder. I looked down. Right by my left foot sat a paper ball. Did Alice throw this? I looked back at her. No, she was still drawing. I looked around the room before finally deciding to pick up the ball.

She will be mine.

Matt. That little prick. He's so full of himself. I wish I could teach him a lesson but if I get another strike then I could be suspended. Unless it happened outside of school. No. People would find out. Mrs. Roberts would find out and as her being principal she would suspend me. But, worst of all, Alice could find out. Now that could be bad, very bad. I looked over at Matt. He was just sitting there smugly smiling. One of these days I am so going to mess him up. But what about Alice? She would be mad. UGH. Why is high school so complicated? Madame Cameron interrupted my thoughts.

"Jake will you please write the answer on the board?"

"Um, which number?" Crap. This is what happens when I don't pay attention. Madame Cameron looked at me and sighed.

"Number four." I looked down at my notebook. Good it was just multiple choice. I got up and walked over to the whiteboard. Taking the cap off of the marker I heard Madame say something behind me,

"Alice can you answer the next question?"

"Of course Madame!" She wasn't paying attention either. I smiled to myself. I quickly wrote a b next to the number four and turned around.

"Here's the marker." I said handing it to Al.

"Thanks." She said sourly. What did I do? Who knows girls can act weird sometimes. I went back to my seat and as I sat down I shot Robert a questioning look. He looked back at me and just shrugged. Whatever, I'll talk to him later. Al sat back down in her seat next to Robert and started to talk quietly. She looked mad for some reason. I wonder why. Ding ding. What? Is that the bell? Wow I must have spaced out for a while. I gathered my stuff and started heading for my next class, civics. Finally, a class without Alice.