A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 12-Chelsea

“There’s another seat up front.”

“I don’t want that seat, I want my seat.” He crossed his arms, challenging me.

Just then, our professor walks into the classroom.

“Tough luck,” I dared him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, then walked away with a side grin.

“Today class, we will be discussing Beethoven’s influence.”

Professor Langstine spoke of his power in music and history, meanwhile, I thought of Greg’s words from lunch.

He said his parents pressured him “like everything else”. Geez, I cannot imagine what it is like for him at home.

Time flew.

As everyone was exiting, I gathered my things.

Brian sat in seat in front of me, sitting backwards facing me.

I tried to ignore him, but soon I felt his blue eyes burning me.

I will not, by any chance, be the first one to speak!

A couple seconds passed.

“May I help you? Or do you normally just stare girls down?” Dang.

“I’m just trying to figure you out.”

I looked into his eyes, and gulped.

“Well, figure me out another time, I have to go.” I stood from my seat, and threw my bag over my shoulder.

As I was walking away, Brian grabbed my hand. “You know Jasmine, you never answered my question.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t need to.” I pulled my hand away, and walked out. I heard him chuckle.

Soon, I was face-to-face with the beautiful Greg, and quickly forgot about Brian.

“So, how did you like your first day,” Greg inquired.

“It was great. I have tons of homework though.”

The bell of dismissal had just rung, and students stampeded toward all exits.

Greg and I walked out into the sunshine.

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, my Dad’s going to pick me up.” I smiled.

“Well, I’ll see you later.” He walked off.

“Bye,” I waved.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my Dad’s cell. It went straight to voice mail.

I called his work, and the receptionist told me he was in a meeting.

I sat down on the bench, pulling out my iPod and Chemistry book.

A tap on my shoulder brought me to.

It was Greg. “Is you’re dad coming?”

“Um…I have to wait. He’s in a meeting.”

“You can ride with me.”

“Really? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not a bother. Besides, we are neighbors.”

“Ok.” I shot my dad a quick text letting him know he did not have to pick me up that I had found a ride.

I grabbed my stuff and followed Greg.

***

He walked me to my front porch.

“Thanks again, Greg.”