Waiting for Superman

Go Out With Me

A few weeks after we met, Jack and I were at an all time low. We were constantly bickering in class, which, of course, Mr. Fink found very amusing. Jack was being an asshole the entire time, and I was stuck having to deal with him. The day after we met I realized that I had 2 more classes with Jack, Science and English. The teachers in other classes didn't seem to find amusement in Jack and I's "discussions" and we were almost always sent into the hall.

After 5 weeks of constantly being at each other's throats, Jack surprised me.  (Jack at the top)

"Really, Ross? If I get kicked out of science one more time Mr. G is going to call my parents!" I yell, walking out of the classroom behind Jack.

Jack closes the door behind us and leans against the wall. "Go out with me?" He asks.

"What?" I ask, spinning around to look at him. I find him staring at me and automatically cross my arms over my stomach. I'm very self conscious of my weight, which Jack finds amusing to poke fun of.

"Go out with me, Mel. We've been fighting for weeks and I think it's time to bury the hatchet." Jack says, standing up and walking over to me.

"I'm not going out with you, Jack. And don't call me Mel. Only Naomi can call me that." I tell him. I turn towards the classroom and peek through the little window. I spot Naomi looking at me from our desk and holding back a chuckle.

"Melina." Jack says, making me turn towards him. "Please, go on a date with me. If you really hate it, I promise I won't talk to you for the rest of the year."

My eyes widen and I smirk. "Deal, Ross. One date." I tell him. The bell rings right after. I grab the handle of the door and walk in, leaving Jack in the hallway.

The rest of the day is just as uneventful as every other day at school. I would say it was the same, but it wasn't. With Jack and I not fighting, classes were calm. The school day seemed to fly by. 7th period couldn't have came any quicker, and there I was again in class with Jack.

In the middle of notes a note landed on my desk. I looked over to see Jack completely focused on the notes for once this entire year. I grab the note and begin to unfold it, when the paper makes the loudest sound. I try to hide it in my lap, but Mr. Fink happened to be right behind me at the exact moment.

"What have you got there, Miss Rollan?" He asks.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Fink. I was just about to find that out myself." I reply, turning towards him. He smiles at me. You would think that Mr. Fink would hate me with all the arguments between Jack and I, but he couldn't love me more. I was definitely his favorite student.

"Well, why don't you read it to the class, Miss Rollan?" He tells me, rather than asks.

"I couldn't keep this a secret from them, now could I?" I reply.

"I suppose not. Today has been very dull without any word from you or Mr. Ross, so this should be the perfect entertainment for the day." He says.

I stand up and unfold the note, looking at the world's crappiest hand writing: Jack Ross's handwriting. "I believe the note says: I will pick you up at 7 tonight. Wear something classy, Sweetheart. Yours truly, Jack Ross." I say loudly to the entire class. Kids begin chuckling, but I burst out laughing. "Sweetheart is my think, Ross. I wouldn't try it. It doesn't suit you." I tell Jack.

"Neither do those jeans, Rollan, but I wasn't gonna say anything." He shoots back. Ouch. I actually liked these jeans. They were simple light wash jeans, nothing special.

"That hurts, Ross. I was gonna wear these tonight." I reply sarcastically.

"You better not, because we're going somewhere nice." He tells me.