Acronym Girl

Chapter One

I walk up to her locker, near the end of school we had maybe two classes left.

"Hey." I said to her casually

"Oh, hey Alex. How was your date last night."

I had lied to her. I didn't have a date last night. I just really want her to know the feelings I have for her, but I just can't get it out. When I went to ask her on a date I ended up just texting "date". She got confused and I didn't have the courage to explain so I just told her I had a date.

"Hello! Earth to Alex!" She said waving her hand in my face

I shake my head and look at her.

"Hmm what?!?" I asked

"Alex, I asked how your date went."

"Oh... Well... We didn't end up going on one."

There was my failed attempt at sharing that I didn't have a date.

"Oh, I'm sorry I hope everything works out for you two." She replied

"We should get to class." I said

With that the bell rang and we were both late to class like normal.

She heads to her biology class as I rush to get to my statistics class.

I counted on my fingers how many times I was late. It was my third late to Mr. Smith's class. I knew for sure I already had a signed, pink, detention slip sitting on my desk waiting for me.

"Sorry, I'm late Mr. Smith, it won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time Alexander, also be sure to see me after school."

I guess you say it could be worse but, I actually don't think it can be. First off, he is the only teacher that calls me by my real name Alexander instead of Alex. Secondly, I absolutely hate being called Alexander I feel like it doesn't fit me well. Thirdly, he is the teacher that watches detention, every single day, after school. Lastly, he purely hates me and everything about me.

I put up with the last fifteen minutes of hell he calls class and then get on my way to environmental science my last class of the day.

Environmental science passes by quickly partially because it's the only class I have with Cecilia and we just pass notes back and forth the entire class period.

After class she and I walk to detention together, without a smile or an inch of happiness showing on our faces. Especially after we saw the look on Mr. Smith's face as we walk in we knew too hours of pure torture was coming our way.

Okay, maybe I make detention out to be worse than it actually is.

I sit in the back like I normally do and Cecilia more or less in the middle of the classroom. We do this to make it not look as obvious that we text in detention and so we don't get caught.