Serious Déjà Vu

Serious Deja Vu - Chapter 2

Chapter 2-Undercover Heather.

After lunch I was in Biology class with Andy, He and I spoke to each other and we both kept smiling like maniacs. I had an excuse for that (I’d bribed Brandon with a Snickers bar not to kick Andy out of his ‘Shark’ gang until the end of the year) but Andy…He doesn’t. Is it possible that…?

Not possible.

Now I’ve really got to stop reading too many novels.

The teacher shot us a few dirty looks when we got became loud, which was about a hundred times in five minutes.

I turned around to see that Heather was staring at me. Heather is a smart girl. She’s got potential to take over the school but is too busy to do that.

Busy with what you ask?

Honestly, I have no idea. She never tells me when I ask.

The shrill noise of the school bell suddenly resonated across the entire grey building. Andy packed his books and subtly lifted his left hand to his forehead and saluted me, military style (Does that sound wrong?)

I returned the gesture.

There’s a really long back story as to why we salute each other every once in a while but now’s not the time to explain it.

Heather, with her auburn hair tied up in a high ponytail, looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I pretended to ignore it.

I looked away and begin to pack my biology textbooks into my backpack. When I was done, I looked up and saw that Heather was no longer standing there with an amused expression on her face.

That was a close one.

I sighed.

There’s been a lot of those lately.

“I know you like him.”

I jumped.

It was Heather; she stood against the wall near the door where the periodic table of elements hung. Her arms were folded and a rainbow coloured belt was tied around her waist making the grey and sky blue uniform look slightly brighter. It was close to the end of the school year and no one really cared if you dressed according to the rules or not but Ashley doesn’t believe in this tradition as she says that the dullness of the uniform ‘infects’ her other accessories. She’d rather save them until a day when the uniform isn’t mandatory.

“I know.” Heather said again in almost a whisper.

Busted but somehow I thought that it wouldn’t take this long.

“Know what?” I asked, playing dumb just to be on the safe side.

“I also know that he likes you too.” she said.

“H-How?”

There was no use in playing dumb now.

She had me.

I was hooked, on account of my vast curiosity.

“I do my research…” she said as she pulled a tape recorder out from behind her back (who even uses those anymore?),”…And I have this recording of yesterday afternoon. Wanna hear it?”

Heather was always our school newspaper’s star reporter and if she couldn’t get a great news worthy story – No one could.

“Uh…sure. I guess if you want me to.”

I made it sound as if I was the one doing her a favour.

Heather checked the hallway and after making sure that we were alone, she pressed the familiar triangle shaped button.