Saturday Week 2

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Last Week:

So basically last week we spent our time sitting down doing nothing. Our teacher was just working on something and she had that whole 'I don't give a shit' attitude. Aren't I supposed to be here for some self enhancing purpose? Since it was the first lesson I thought we'd do the whole get to know each other thing that you would do in normal school. This is not normal school, that's for sure. As I sat down in silence, I looked around and tried to remember people's names. That guy behind me (the asshole that looks like Drake), keeps laughing and talking with his friends. I don't remember his name though.

Now:

Our teacher "Madam" still hasn't come to class yet. I don't understand the use of coming here when we don't actually do anything. My parents are just wasting money and this bullshit when I don't need to "toughen up" or "become a better person". I shouldn't be here. I didn't even cry that much. Well okay, that was an understatement but I had good reasoning. Good reasoning is all you need to get through this hell called 'life'. I see Madam strutting down the hallway with a group of students following behind her. 

"Hello group 030115. Sounds strange, doesn't it?" She paused and looked around at us nodding our heads. "Well get used to it and know your numbers because we have a new group today. Welcome students of group 100115. Sit down, now." 

I looked at the empty seat next to me get filled by a short girl who looks like she belongs in kindergarten. Her blond pigtails swish in the air as the curls bounce. I wish my hair was like that. Right now it's in a bun, which is what it looks like most days, because I have weird curly and frizzy hair. Except it's more frizzy and puffy than it is curly. Mrs. Toddlers in Tiaras turns to me with a big smile and says "Hi I'm Brittany." I look at her and respond with "Of course you are." She gives me a confused look. 

Madam starts marking the role. When I hear Drake's ugly ass twin say 'here' I try to remember his name. Zach. It even sounds annoying. I hear a deep, husky voice "Here". I turn and see a kind of hot guy. Most of the guys at my school don't look that great. This guy is actually a bit of an improvement. "Luke, nice to see you again. You better graduate this year." Madam said as he looked down, a bit embarrassed. 

"Okay, so, I want everyone to get into pairs. Each pair has to consist with one boy and one girl. Your assignment for today is to find out each other's biggest fear. Get to it. You have this Saturday and next Saturday. If you don't have a good enough fear you will both have to clean the entire school on the Sunday.

I started walking to that okay looking guy, Luke, but was interrupted when someone grabbed my arm. I turn to find Zach with a big grin across his face. "So posh spice, want to work together?"

"And why would I want to do that? Huh?" 

"Because look at me. Who wouldn't want a piece of this." He said gesturing at himself. I put my hand up. I for one did not want any of that. He gave me another smile and I just rolled my eyes and agreed to be partners. 

"Just this once okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But you know once we start this it's going to be pretty hard to resist me."

"As if."

I start writing some notes about him and myself in my notebook. "Okay so, what's your biggest fear?" I ask. A dark facial expression shadows his face. " What to scary to share? I thought you were the incredible Zach. No fear whatsoever." I laugh.

"I have a fear of... death. It's not other's deaths. It's my own death. I'm afraid of being killed by someone. It's something that fills my nightmares and haunts me in my daydreams sometimes." He says to the ground. He stares at his shoes for a while and then looks into my eyes and replaces his frown with a smirk. 

"So what's your biggest fear?" He asks so casually like it's the most normal thing to ask in the world. It goes right after asking what someone's name is. 

This question is something I will have to think about. I don't think it's something I can just blurt out. "So...um...my biggest fear I guess is...um..." I was about to continue until the bell rang. Finally I can go home and live this hell in my bed.


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