The Happening

I am standing at my locker, currently trying to decide whether or not Calculus is worth perfect attendance. I mean, who even likes calculus? How many times in my entire life will I stop and bust out a Calculus problem, inevitably saving the world? The answer is never.

"Do I see Hannah Yates standing at her locker two minutes before the bell is supposed to ring?" I would know that voice anywhere. It helps me sleep at night, wakes me up in the morning, and makes sure my heart is still beating.

"Do I hear Logan Stark actually talking to me?" I turn around, a playful smile planted on my lips.

"I'm sorry about this morning baby," Logan says, kissing my lips softly. Instantly, all my thoughts melt away, and I can't possibly think of anything but him.

"Make it up to me?" I pull out my pouty-lips, pretty positive I will get anything I want.

He sighs and steps back so I can wrap one arm around him as we walk down the hall. I guess I will have to suffer through Calculus.

"I'll take you out to eat tonight, how about that? Anywhere you want to go."

"And a movie," I add, reaching up to peck his cheek. He laughs softly and nods his head.

"Of course Hannah Banana." That nickname; Logan has called me that ever since we first met nine years ago. He moved into the neighborhood, excited to start middle school and meet new people. I on the other hand was an embarrassing nine-year-old stuck in elementary school, hungry for a friend. He became that friend, and along the way generated a nickname for me. We have been inseparable ever since.

"I guess I gotta go to class, huh?" I say, lingering outside of my Calc class. There is exactly fifty seconds before the bell rings, and usually I would be racing inside. But today I don't feel like it. I just want to be close to Logan for some reason, more than I usually do.

"Yes banana, you do. I'll see you right after class alright? I'll drive you home."

"Fine, I love you." I reply, getting on my tippy-toes to kiss his tender lips. He squeezes me tight before lightly pushing me into the room, and it is his push that saves me from being late. Of course Mr. Kale isn't in the room yet, and would never have known that I was late, but I still don't like to be late.

I walk over to my desk located in the front row, and sit down next to Amber, my best friend.

"Are you and Logan trying to make the whole class barf? Nobody wants to see that lovey-dovey shit." I roll my eyes and open my notebook. Amber has been my best friend since sixth grade, exactly two years after i met Logan. We are like oil and water, but are inseparable. She has a loud mouth and loves to speak her mind, which is why we became friends instantly. I was fascinated by her ability to just be herself without the worry of other people. 

"Whatever. Everyone stands outside the classroom with their better half."

"It's still gross, and I still don't want to have to witness it." I laugh and pull a pencil out of my binder, right as Mr. Kale walks in the room. His pace is quick and deliberate, completely different from the slow, even stride he usually settles for. He must be really excited about Calculus today.

"Class, I need everyone's attention." The sweat on his forehead is unusual, and a feeling starts to crawl up my stomach. Something isn't right, but I can't place it. Did something happen to another student? Were drugs found in someone's locker?  

"Mr. Kale, what is it?" Someone from the back asks as we all wait for him to speak. Everyone is starting to get that feeling, and the whole class is twitching with anxiety.