Patching Things Up

I.

I. Meeting Strange People Can Be Very Exhausting

I watched as the hands on the wall clock ticked away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Why was it that when you were bored, time slowed down? It's really annoying.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I glanced at Mrs. Pinn, whom was droning on and on about the importance of WWI in regards to WWII, not even noticing the number of students whose heads were already lying on the table, accompanied by drools and occasional snores. I was about to join them myself, but decided against it, since Mrs. Pinn can give a nasty punishment when she was in a bad mood.

I tapped my pen on my desk, anxious for the bell to ring. 3 more minutes. Legend has it that Mrs. Pinn only notices the sleeping students exactly one minute before the bell rings. I've never really witnessed it before, since I always ditched her class whenever I got the chance to. But I guess now I would finally see it, firsthand.

I'm not really sure if I'm excited or terrified.

Probably both.

I glanced at the wall clock once more. Any minute now...

5.

4.

3.

2..

"Mr. Bonwright, Ms. Davis, Ms. Schooley, Ms. Fitzpatrick, Mr. Gouliche, Mr. Montane! Detention for a WEEK!" Mrs. Pinn shrieked. Huh. I guess the legend was true, afterall.

Mrs. Pinn rattled on and on about how indecent seniors were nowadays and how in her time, students were polite and attentive and blablablablablah..

RIIIIIING!

Everybody got up at once and rushed outside, fearing that Mrs. Pinn would give them detention as well; I quickly followed suit, afraid that Mrs. Pinn would target me next. Fortunately for me, she was busy targeting 3 guys and giving detention slips to anyone who tries to fight back.

Yikes. Talk about terror teacher.

I hurried to my locker and dumped all my things inside. Since one the Student Council's projects included "No Homework Every Friday", everyone was free and happy as can be.

Although, it seems not everyone was chirpy as usual.

I watched as Gideon Avery made his way towards my locker, wearing a black punk shirt and carrying a ton of books with a scowl adorning his face.

Ok, there were two things wrong with that statement.

One, Gideon never carries his books; he usually leaves them to rot in his nasty locker for all eternity,

And two, Gideon never wears a punk shirt. One may think that the reason for such is because his girlfriend hates the creepy figures that punk people adore, yet they can never be more wrong. For one thing, Gideon hated punk--even though he's a really rebellious teenager. For another thing, Gideon doesn't have a girlfriend. Yes, my dear friends, my best friend may be a kick ass bad boy with ridiculous good looks matched with a flirtatious attitude, yet he never courted anyone. Ever. It's a shame, really, considering he can probably get any girl he wanted.

And I'm not excluded in the list of people who have liked Gideon, either. I can't deny the fact that I flirted with him before to get him to like me back, but I soon realized that there was no point in doing so since he only wanted to be friends. Over the years, I came to know more about this mysterious boy, and before long, I have shared my deepest darkest secrets with him, and him, me.