The Distraction

Chapter 4

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This morning I had a weird urge to get to school. It was one of those where I could just feel something either really good or really bad was going to happen. Either was it was bound to be interesting.

As I walk up the steps of the school I can smell the cleaners mixed with old cinnamon rolls bursting through the opened doors of the school. The school bell rings the second my skin touches the cooled air of the build.

Damn Jesse and his need for Dee’s Doughnuts.  I hiss to myself, as I make my way down the hall. I'm pissed. Late the second day of school was not the best thing. Luckily the principals were taking pity on the freshman, so fortunately I simply slip into my first period. Unfortunately all the seats are taken except for a few so I'm stuck sitting in the front row getting sprayed every so often with Mrs. Lockler’s never ending rain of spit. Gross. Never the less I clung to her every word making sure not to miss anything; I was determined to start the year off with an A. Not saying the water works don't bother me. As soon as the third period bell rings I'm out, off to my next class.

Then to the next and the next, until those dreadfully awful, blank dull blue walls lay in front of my eyes. Spanish. I scan the room that was about half full and decide my seat front yesterday was my best bet. When seated take out my notebook from doodling. This time I hear the bell and flip to a fresh page prepared for another one of Mrs. Baird's never ending lectures.

"Today class we are going to be reviewing-" She starts only to be cut off by the door knob franticly being shaken.

She swiftly goes and opens the door to welcome the late student. All eyes watch as she opens the door.

"Derek late again I see, let’s try not to make this a habit now," She says sweetly, but firmly.

"It won't." He answers, his deep voice feeling the room.

“As I was saying class we'll be reviewing..." She continues, quickly walking away from the door, the rest of the class attention is still on Derek.

Derek scans the room looking for a seat. His gray eyes land on me. Those big gray eyes. He mouth turns up a little on one side. I could almost melt. He starts walking in my direction. Though I know there are no seats open close to me, I can't help but feel he should sit by me. His yellow T making his tan arms stand out even more than yesterday. He turns about two rows away from me and sits by a junior, Gabby.

I tear my eyes away from him just in time for Baird to on me.

"Um, Miss Stockton is it?" She asks. I feel instant gazes on me, as some of the kids recognize my last name.

"Yes." I say softly, uncomfortable from the eyes.

"Could you tell me how to say 68 please?"  I tell her quickly, stuttering a little with my English accent. She quickly moves on to the next person asking them to pronounce another random number.

I still feel a few eyes on me. I glance back in Derek’s direction, giggling to myself as I notice his body hanging slightly off his sit. He awkwardly stares down at he's desk as if reading the wood, his body leaning in my direction. Next to him Gabby is giving him the creepiest stacker stare of my life.

Derek must have heard me because he looks up at me and smiles. Shaking my head I turn back to the back to Mrs. Baird, only to catch the end of her sentence, something about estar.