His Girl #Wattys2016

14. School's almost over.

Within thirty minutes, Tasha and I had finished our first draft of the story. While she decided to go with the same, I corrected grammar and omitted the extra details. If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was overconfidence. But when you've Tasha for a friend, you got to get used to it.

"Quit being paranoid, Sarah. I'm sure yours will be Ms Thomas's favourite. As usual," she nudged me playfully.

"Well, I'm only making sure of it." I winked at her.

When Ms Thomas started collecting our works, Tasha gave me a tight smile. "This is gonna be considered for the finals, I'm scared."

As much as I knew that teachers had a tendency to say that every assignment was related to the finals, I couldn't help feel a little nervous. Once you start being a good student, with good grades, there is no going back.

"Sarah, meet me after class." Ms Thomas said as she took my papers.

I nodded. The tensed look on Tasha's face didn't help much as I gathered all my things and waited for everyone to leave. Tasha was the last to leave. I approached Ms Thomas's desk slowly, gauging her mood to see what I was walking into. As soon as she saw me, she smiled brightly. Good.

"Sarah, your last week's work on fiction was amazing. I wanted to talk to you about it."

I sighed in relief. "Sure, I'm glad you liked it."

"Well, there were a few loopholes. But other than that, I think you're good to do a major in English literature. You wanted that, right?"

I did. A year ago.

"Actually," I stalled. "Uh, I'll think about it and get back to you?"

"Of course. I'm going to read your story right now."

"Thank you, Ms Thomas. Have a good day!"

I walked out of there before she could reply. The moment I saw Drake, I ran up to him.

"Hey, I heard you got detention. Whatever did you do to deserve that?" He smirked.

I hit him on his head with my book. It was one thing to be made fun of in front of your friends, but in front of everyone else? That was too much.

"No, asshole. She gave me extra credits for my last week's work." I grinned.

"Jokes apart, Sarah. How do you get all these weird teachers to like you?"

"You don't even know Ms Thomas! Don't be such a hypocrite."

"Huh," he glared at me. "Have you ever took a stand for me like that?"

Nope.

"Of course I have. You don't know because you weren't there."

"If you say so. By the way, I need a ride. My car's... gone."

"What do you mean gone? Where did you send it?" I chuckled.

"Very funny. Dylan took it. All the juniors took half a day off, you know."

"Wow. Lucky bunch of people," I muttered under my breath. "And sure, I'll drop you on my way."

He punched my cheek playfully and walked away. I was just about to leave as well when I felt a hand looping around my elbow. Melanie was the only person allowed to do that, so I instantly knew it was her.

"Hey, babe. Aren't you supposed to be in Math class?"

"That doesn't mean I am."

Her logic always sounded stupid to me so I decided to ignore it.

"I have exactly five minutes before I've to be in class. We can talk," I prompted.

"That weirdo tried to talk to me today." She sighed.

"Um, who?"

"I know. There are so many weirdos in this school, you'd be confused. I was talking about Gwen."

Melanie could never finish a sentence by just answering the questions she was asked. It was one of her many problems.

"What did she say?" I asked, my tone a little bored. Melanie had the habit of hating everyone who weren't a part of our group. In short, she only liked (or didn't hate) three people in the entire school.

"She wanted to know why you've been so distracted in class these days. She said, and I quote, 'she doesn't even acknowledge me anymore.'" She rolled her eyes, "I mean, when have we ever acknowledged you?"

"Melanie," I started. I wanted to remind her that I wasn't as mean to others as she thought I was. I wanted to remind her that Gwen and I have known each other forever. But I decided against it.

"Yes, Sarah?" She grinned at me.

I smiled back automatically. "I don't ignore anyone. Next time she asks you something, politely ask her to come talk to me. Okay?"

"You don't have to be Ms goody-two-shoes all the time." Her mouth twitched in the corners, "but yeah, I'll remember that."

"Good. Now if you may?" I asked, gesturing towards my class.

"I wish we had at least one class in common, girl. I miss you all day!"

"Me too. Catch you after the final bell near the parking."

She nodded and I walked into the classroom. Two more hours and I'll be dropping Drake at his place. Which means, Aaron. I noticed a skip in my step and chuckled.

"Everything alright, Ms Buckley?" Mr Edwards, who was holding the door open for the students, asked me.

I blushed and nodded. One might think I had blushed on finding myself so happy about getting to see Aaron but it was also because of Mr Edwards. He was one of the reasons behind my interest in Physics, to say the least.

"Take your seat and try to not infect your fellow students with your cheery mood. I like grumpy students in my class." He winked at me.

I laughed and took my seat. In most of the classes I preferred being in the middle rows, but for Physics I always sat in the front row. Because one, Mr Edwards, the dreamy teacher. And two, Drake, the nerdy best friend.

"God, tell me this bursting in joy mood is because of Mr Edwards and not because you're expecting to see Aaron."

"You'd wish, Drakey." I grinned.

Drake groaned and turned towards the board, avoiding me for the entire hour.