It's the Little Things

Chapter 2

Chemistry was my least favorite subject ever since, until this day.

"Class! Keep quiet!" Mr. Thomas yelled in fury. Veins popped along his neck as he shouted. 

He slammed the table with his wooden meter stick loudly, making me flinch. Exhaling in relief, he finally got the class's full attention.

"Since you all pushed me to the limit, I will switch EVERYONE's seats." 

The class groaned in unison.

"Stand up, all of you, and fall in line outside."

And so the class did. We lined up outside the classroom. Mr. Thomas ran his hand through his pale white hair and glared at us. "I will alternate your seats. Girl-boy-girl-boy." he declared.

"What's this, preschool?" someone yelled from the back line. 

The class laughed. 

I was the very first to be called to sit, since I am the shortest girl in class. Sure enough, my seatmate would be Elliot, who is, the shortest boy in class. I shivered as I remembered him picking on his nose last year and after, he stuck his snot under the table. He's a very nasty student, but hey, he's always gotten straight As. 

I faced away as Mr. Thomas let the first boy enter. I did not want to look at Elliot. Every girl who glances at him for more than three seconds would immediately say that she has a crush on him. Strange, I know. I had an experience with that, and it was awful. Don't get me started on that.

I heard him clear his throat. "Hi."

I froze. I was still gazing at the window, where I could see a couple strolling along the road. I shifted my eye view and squirmed at the reflection of the glass window. No way.

Kyle Christian Kingsley.

I slowly turned to face him. "Uh, hi."

He looked at me intently, and he instantly got me conscious. He was tapping his fingers against the table, producing a steady, thumping tone. His eyes widened. "You're the girl whom I bumped into a while ago! That's why you seem so familiar." He smirked triumphantly as he recalled me. 

"I'm Kyle. Kyle Kinglsey. Chemistry is my favorite subject." he introduced, "You're Sam-Sam, right?" 

My heart fluttered in delight. No one usually calls me Sam-Sam, but it is also one of my nicknames. "I am!"

He frowned. "Oh. I hope you're doing well now, after the 7 month treatment in rehab."

"What? No! I did not go to rehab!" I shrieked.

He chuckled. "Oh, I apologize. I must've mistaken you for someone else. Please, introduce yourself."

I took a deep breath. "I'm Samantha Hiddleston, but, call me Sam." 

"Samantha," he roared, "I love that name." 

I blushed furiously. 

"One last thing, Sam." he added quickly, "I have something to tell you."

I nodded. "Sure."

"Baby, I got my ION you." he said, and winked.

Pick-up lines and Kyle? I don't think I can handle this. 

*

"You look sweaty-tired." Jack commented, as we walked together to homeroom.

I glanced at him. "What do you mean?" 

He chuckled. "Your cheeks are tomato red, and your eyes are popping out. You okay? Something happened?"

I winked at him. "More than okay, Jack."