Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 3

The whole time during class, I've been taking notes nonstop and I kept eyeing that stuck up girl and that damn familiar looking Blake Weatherly, but of course not in an obvious way!

I walked out of class with a frown on my face, trying to pretend like I hadn't just experienced a weird mash in with somebody. I honestly felt miserable because so far, no one came up once to greet me or ask how was my day. Did I mention it was horrible so far? Yep, so horrible. Just...horrible.

I breathed out a long and tired sigh and as soon as I was about to near the corner to get to my next class, US History, I heard the sound of my Chemistry teacher, Ms. Filster, calling out to me. I turned myself around, ignoring the other hundreds of students passing by me to get to their destination.

"Denny, wait." She walked towards me, and although I could barely hear her due to the other students passing by me, I could still hear the sound of her high heels clicking and clacking against the hard clear floors.

"Yes Ms. Filster?" I tried to sound polite and casual and collected, when really I felt like poop.

"Don't you want me to assign you your locker?" She gave me a small smile, her blue/green eyes settling into mine.

"Uh," I thought about this, glancing at my tote. I don't really need a locker since I have everything in my tote, and plus I can't have the time to be responsible for my lock and all those other things. "I don't really need one." I let out gently, biting on my lip to signify nervousness.

"Oh," Was all that came out from her, like she has just been told something totally new that never occurred to her. I stared at her. "Well, okay. Did you have a great time in my class?"

I stared at her even more, and the longer I did, the more she knew how it went for me.

"Denny, I know how it feels to be the new girl. More than half of the school knows what it feels like once in a lifetime. Just give it some time, and you'll adjust." She assured, flashing her pearly white teeth. God, I just noticed how pretty she was. No wonder guys kept poking fun behind her back every time she started to write on the board.

They just kept eyeing her, and biting their lip every time she bent over to pick up her dry erase board marker that she'd constantly drop because I could even tell that she would be nervous standing in front of a bunch of horny teenage boys whose hormones were all over the place.

I broke from my train of thoughts and just nodded my head, which was a confirmation that I understood her and will try to 'adjust'. She just smiled sweetly at me and walked away, and as if she forgot something, she turned back to face me.

"Don't forget to get your parents to sign the student-contact information I gave you. Have it back by tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded and turned around, nearing the corner to get to history so I wouldn't be late.

History was a blur. Just nothing but taking notes about the California Gold Rush and talking about an upcoming project. Nothing interesting there.

After that class - And I still hadn't met any friends yet - I walked out to look down from the second floor. I stood at the balcony, watching a bunch of students work their way downstairs to the atrium. I wrinkled my eyebrows suspiciously and pulled out my schedule card:

Break Time after 2nd Period Class - 10 minutes.

Oh. So that's why everyone was going downstairs. We have break time here? Cool.

But wait; what's the point? I have no one to talk to. No one knows me here but -

"Denny." I heard the call of my name and I looked over at my Uncle Roy.