The End

Chapter 2

Ever since yesterday I've felt different. I don't know why, but I have a weird feeling and I don't know if it's good or bad, and it's kind of freaking me out a little bit. I have been trying to shrug it off and not let it impact me in any way. That isn't working.

And you know what else isn't working?

My freaking locker won't open!

I keep entering the combination and then pushing up the lever to open it, but it's jammed, and I'm not strong enough to open it by myself. I try again, and guess what? It doesn't open! I'm going to be late to class if I can't get open. I slap the door out of frustration.

"Having trouble?" I hear someone ask from behind me.

"You know what? Yeah! Yeah I a-" I yell as I turn around. I immediately stop yelling when I see it's Ross who asked the sarcastic question.

Heat flushes to my cheeks and I look down.

"Need help?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say quietly.

He steps over to my locker with a small smirk.

"What's your combo?" He asks.

"0-10-4." I say.

He does the combo and pushes up on the lever button thing, and then he attempts to pull it open.

It doesn't open.

"Pull on the ledge thing." He says.

I awkwardly reach over his arm and pull out on the little lip that's over the lever and it pops open.

"Thanks." I say.

"We make a pretty good team." He says.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, aren't you going to get what you needed?" He asks.

"Oh, yeah." I say as I take a step forward and grab my binder for English and put away my binder for history. I then close my locker and see that Ross is still standing behind me. "Can I help you?" I ask awkwardly.

"Yes, actually. You see, I am never able to get to class on time because I take up too much time talking to my friends. But you are always on time to class because you go straight there. So, I figured that if you and I walked together then I wouldn't run into them and then we would both be on time." He says.

"Um, okay." I say.

"Then we should probably get going."

I nod and begin to walk to English.

He walks beside me and then there's an awkward silence that falls between us.

"So, uh, you still going to the game?" He asks.

"Probably."

"Well when you go, you should sit somewhere so you can always see me." He says.

"And why should I do that?" I ask.

"Because then you could always see me."

"But what if I want to see someone else?" I joke.

"Who?"

"I don't know, but I would like to have the option." I say.

"I'm afraid you don't have an option." He says with a small smirk.

I roll my eyes and slightly laugh.

"Why do you hate me?" He asks.

"I don't hate you." I say as I look over at him.