Unexpected

Chapter Two- New Body

-Spencer's pov-

"Hey, Will, I like your shirt," I tell my friend as I take a seat next to him in Theatre Arts class, one of the two periods I have with him. Will Sparks is a tall, smart boy with large, white framed glasses. He is also very obsessed with Doctor Who and has a fair interest in the Harry Potter fandom; we always bonded over this fact.

"Ha, thanks, Spencer. It's a Wal-Mart clearance special," Will replies with a grin. I smile at him and start retrieving the things I'll need for this class: a notebook and a pencil. I grab my pencil pouch from my bag and choose a pink, sparkly one. Will snorts.

"Spencer, I can't believe you still have Jeffrey," he chuckles a few more times while shaking his head.

"Hey! He's cute and very spacious," I counter. Jeffrey is my pencil pouch. Yes, I did, indeed, name my pencil pouch. Jeffrey was made entirely out of a zipper. He had two googly eyes and whenever I unzipped him enough to get a pencil out, you could see two rows of small, plastic teeth on the inside.

"Whatever," Will mumbles. I give him a look to see that he's already copying down notes from the board with a small smile on his face. I decide I'd better do the same.

"Quiet, everyone. I said quiet!" Mr. Burr, our Theatre teacher instructs. The already quiet room falls silent. "Thank you, they'll be telling us the announcements soon." As if his comment was the signal, the intercom screeches to life. I quickly cover my ears with my hands in an attempt to block out some of the noise.

"Gooood morning, Hillside!" the much too cheery office Secretary yells through the speaker. She asks us to stand and recite the Pledge of Alliegence. We do then sit back down as she continues to drone on and on about seniors and their senior quotes and deadlines for clubs and meetings for the PTO. I finish writing from the board and wait for Mr. Burr to begin class. Once the Secretary dismisses herself, Mr. Burr asks us to pull out our Drama 1 textbooks and turn to chapter twelve which covers Costuming. Several students volunteer to read and before I know it, we're halfway through the chapter. When we have one page left in the section, Mr. Burr asks me to read.

"Okay," I begin. "Costuming is an important part in Theatre." I stop reading and look up.

"You still have the rest of the paragraph," Mr. Burr points out to me with a disapproving glare.

"Uh..no?" I shake my head. "You specifically asked me to read and I did. You never clarified how much I was to read, therefore, I only read a sentence because that's all I feel like reading right now." Mr. Burr looks like he's going to say something when the bell rings.

"Will, wait for me," I say as I begin to gather up my things. Will and I always walk to second period together. He goes to Geometry while I go to Spanish.

When I transferred here, Will became one of my closest friends the fastest. He has an easy going personality and never gets annoying. He's also really funny; dead baby and Halocaust jokes are kind of his thing, although some people tend to get offended by them. I don't. Our sense of humors fit together quite nicely and I like to think that's why we get along so well.

"See ya later," I wave as I push open the door to second period with a sigh. I reeeeally don't feel like dealing with Zach again today. It was Friday and I was hoping on having a good day. I take my normal seat but not before noticing that someone new had joined our section.

"Gahh!" I gasp, startled by the new body. Zach had moved his seat next to mine. "I hope this isn't permanent?" I ask, unsure if I want to hear the answer or not.

"Yep," he replies, popping his lips on the 'p'. I sigh, again. This is going to be a fantastic year, I think to myself sarcastically. Yay me.

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When the bell rings to dismiss us to lunch, I meet up with my friend, Heather, and we walk to the cafeteria together. Heather is a short, petite girl with really short, black hair who rarely ever talks to anyone besides me. We both grab a tray from the cart and follow eachother through the lunch line. Today's meal: chicken. We have some form of chicken pretty much every day at Hillside. We pay for our lunch and take a seat at our usual table, accompanied by our other two friends: Harper and Autumn.

Harper is a tall, gorgeous girl with a very slim figure and beautiful locks of blonde hair-- the kind you'd expect to be on a surfer girl who has spent her whole life in California. Nope, not Harper. She grew up in this small town in East Tennessee.

Autumn, on the other hand, is a short girl with muddy brown hair and glasses. She never really talks much. We used to be somewhat friends in eighth grade, but now she's only here because Harper sits with me.

I look up when I hear giggles from across the table. It's Heather.

"What are you laughing at?" I ask. "Did you find any more cute girls??" Heather also happens to be a full blown lesbian. Did I forget to mention that? Oh well.

She shakes her head. "No, it's just that that guy over there has been eyeballing you ever since we've sat down." I peek over my shoulder through a curtain of my hair to block most of my face and, sure enough, there's Zach staring at me. I throw up my hands as if to ask what do you want? He just shrugs. Typical, I think. Whatever. I finish my lunch and get back to class, trailing closely behind Heather.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi there! I'm sorry this chapter is kinda short, but it's only the second one. I hope to make this more interesting as it goes along, so please just bare with me!

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Xoxo, Jazmen💕