Beauty and the Blog

Chapter 3

I walked up to the teacher who was currently relaxing. His feet was on his desk and his arms crossed behind his head his eyes closed. He looked to be around maybe 48-49. Old age dotted his face and in his hair.

I cleared my throat.

He opened one eye and looked at me.

"Home Ec is down the hall miss."

I was aware everyone was watching. But I was here to stay. "Actually, as refreshingly sexist as that is, I'm here for advanced shop."

"You are aware this is advanced?" He opened his eyes more as if to see if I was playing around.

"That's what the paper says." I pointed to my schedule.

"Well, I suppose you could Tylers partner." He pointed to the first wooden table that held two.

I sat down in the empty chair getting situated. I put my bag on the floor got out some papers and sketch pencils.

"Your first project is a birdhouse. Don't get ahead of yourself, I want the blue print first. It's due at the end of the week."

I got to work immediately, but then realized my partner staring at me. I finally turned to meet him face to face.

I turned and realized he was the boy that knocked her over in the hallway. He was actually kind of attractive. In a totally annoying way. He had wavy brown hair, fair skin, and brown eyes. He wore a white shirt with a red flannel over it, which was usual shop clothing.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a tone that wasn't very friendly.

He scoffed at me, then realization took over his face. He turned away for a split second, then turned back.

"I never did, catch your name." He smirked.

I was focused on my blueprint but replied, "That's probably because you were too busy, knocking me over."

I looked at him again, and don't get me wrong. He was cute, any girl would fall for him and do anything to get his attention. But fortunately I was good at resisting these features, he was cute, and dreamy but then he opened his mouth, and sounded like an ass.

"So we have to build a lame birdhouse? You can decorate." He pushed the decoration box in front of me.

"Wow, thanks." I passed back the decorations. "But I was thinking I could carve the duck tail joint."

"I'm impressed."

"That makes one of us." I replied.

“Right, I’ll make the blue print, you can work on getting supplies together. You should be comfortable its like a kitchen.”

“Really, I thought it was more like the wild, so you should feel at home. I’m almost done with the blue print.”

“Who ever said I liked the way you made yours?” He bit back.

“Because you'res completely lacks structure. And it’s just really un- attractive.”

“I didn’t know this project was a beauty pageant, because if it is, then you should be handling decorations right?”

“You know, you’re really funny.” I said sarcastically. “I’ll make my own then.”

The bell rang, and everyone ran out of the classroom.

I got my things together quietly, taking my time to look at my next destination.

Lunch, I wasn’t that hungry, but -

“You know, I have never had a girl in my classroom that wanted to be here intentionally.” Mr. Simpson said.

“Well Mr. Simpson-”

“You can call me just Simpson.” Bad at speaking much?

“Well Just Simpson. I happen to like getting my hands dirty, if I wanted to learn about home ec, i would just google it.”

He cleared his throat out of uncomfortable ness.

“Bye Just Simpson.” I said picking up my bag and leaving