You're My Moon

Chapter 3

"Excuse me?" I ask, walking into the school office. Because the bell has already went off, the halls are empty. "Yes, Miss?" The small, white haired lady says, looking up from the computer. "I'm Faye Bradshaw. I'm new. I meant to call a few days ago to see if I could get my schedule, but we just moved here and we've been pretty busy."

She nods and says, "Oh yes, Miss Bradshaw. I spoke with your father about a week ago," Then, her attitude changes and a look of sympathy over takes her face. "I'm so very sorry." She places her wrinkly hands on top of my mine that are sitting on the counter.

I smile awkwardly, suddenly very uncomfortable. "Thank you," is all I manage to say. "Alright, I'll get you your schedule!" She says shuffling through her desk drawer. "Ah! Here it is." The little lady exclaims. She hands the white paper over to me. I quickly check to see what class I have first: Geometry
Man, that sucks. Well, might as well get the worse subject over with first. I sigh and look back up at the lady. She seems to be focused on something behind me. I turn and see a short girl with very curly red hair, walking slowly past the door, obviously trying to be sneaky. "Miss Grayson?" The lady asks. The girl turns started and immediately tries to make excuses for why she was late. "My car, it wouldn't start and I-" The white haired lady holds her hand up to stop the girl, "We can discuss this later. I need a favor from you." The girl, peppy from lack of punishment, bounces into the office and asks, "Favor?" The office women nods her head and gestures to me. "This is Faye. She is new and needs to be shown to her first class." Oh great. Now this chick will see me as some hopeless new girl who can't find anything herself. "Oh, sure! I'd be happy to take her there!" My eyes widen in surprise, and when I look ever at the office lady, I see her eyes have too.

Before I know what's happening I'm being pulled out of the office by the red haired girl. I almost drop my bag and schedule in the process. I wave at the office lady and let the girl guide me out of the room. Once we're down the hall a bit the girl turn and looks at the office. She sighs deeply. "Man, am I glad you were in there. Today is my fourth time being late this week and I do not need that witch calling my dad." Completely surprised by the girls sudden change in attitude, I don't mange to say anything before she starts talking again, "I'm Rosemary, but you can call me Rosie." She holds her hand out to me, which I shake reluctantly. "I'm F-" Rosie cuts me off. "Yeah, Faye. Remember? Dragon lady told me."
"She seems nice," I say. "Oh yeah, sure. That's what she wants you to think. This whole school is trying to brainwash us," she rants, pulling on a few of her firey red curls. "Not to completely smash your rant, but I really need to get to class." I sneer, becoming annoying with her. Seeming as if she has returned to reality, Rosie says, "Oh right. What class do you need to go to?" Ugh, right. Math.. "Geometry," I mumble. Rosie makes a disgusted face and croaks, "Eyuck. Math sucks." I nod agreeing. "Well, if you must go.. It's down that hall, third door on your right." I thank her and head down the hall to Satan's playground.
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The rest of my morning classes seem to last forever. I did have history with Rosie though, so that was okay. Beyond ready for lunch, I head to my locker to put my books away. Just as I close my locker I'm almost knocked over by something hitting me in the head. What the heck?! I look down in search for what hit me. On the ground I see a football. I pick up the football just as someone runs up to me. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." I look up and see a guy. I immediately recognize him as the guy we almost ran over yesterday. Today, his hair is less wavy, but still messy looking. And up close I see he has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. Why do jerks always have to be so hot? I hand the football back to him and begin to walk away, but the guy grabs my arm. "Hey, I said I was sorry. Maybe you should have been paying attention." Did he really just say that? Filled with rage I snap at him, "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should have been making sure there weren't any inconsiderate, arrogant, rich jerks about to throw a football at my head." Instead of being upset or mad that I just insulted him, he just stands there with a stupid smirk on his face. I scoff, roll my eyes, and walk away.

After lunch, I make my way to my next class: Literature
It's my favorite subject so I know it will go by fast. I get there and walk through the door. Crap. There's the guy that hit me with a football. I sigh deeply and try not to make eye contact. Of course with my luck, there are only two seats left; one far in the back, and one closer to the front, right in front of Mister Football. Great.

As I sit down in front of him, I can feel his blue eyes staring at me. Nervous, I pull bits of my hair in front of me and play with the ends. Behind me, the guy clears his throat, like he's about to say something. "Hello class. As most of you know I'm Mrs. Huntzburger." Thank God she's here. "I will not tolerate any crude or disrupting behavior. You are here to learn, not talk to your friends." Of course my favorite subject is the one with the mean teacher.

Besides Mrs. Huntzburger talking, the rest of class time is quiet. We are all given an assignment in which we have to write an essay, creative story, or poerty, to show what we can do. It's due Friday, which is perfect. I might even finish beforehand.

Walking out of class, I'm pulled to the side. "Hey, so we have Lit together. Pretty exciting, huh?" Him again. "Nope, not really." I reply with a fake smile. Ignoring my comment, he introduces himself, "I'm Brice."
"And I'm leaving," I say beginning to go. "No wait! I just wanted to apologize for earlier," Brice states, scratching the back of his head. "For which part? Hitting me? Or being a jerk instead of just apologizing?" He chuckles, showing dimples in both of his cheeks. Dimples too? That's just fabulous.

"Well, mainly for hitting you. I don't think I was being jerk," he remarks crossing his arms. This time, I laugh, "And there it is. Guys like you never think they're ever being jerks when they are." Completely frustrated by this conversation I add, "I'm going to be late for my next class," then I turn and leave.

The rest of my classes are Brice free, which is good. I just can't believe he didn't think he was being rude. Ugh, guys like him are the type of people that make me want to leave society and live on the moon.

"So, you drove here right?" Rosie asks as we walk out of the building. I nod and point to my black, 2007 Honda civic, "Yeah, that's my car over there. Well, our car. My dad and I share it." Then, after making a puzzled look, she asks, "You guys share it? What about your mom?" I look down at my shoes. I wish she could be here to share a car with.
"Oh, um, my mom passed away about six months ago." I brace myself for the same old reply: Oh my goodness, I'm sorry!
But instead, Rosie wraps me in a hug. I'm stunned but I fall into her, and hug her back. This is what I need. Hugs from friends. Still hugging me, Rosie whispers, "I know what it feels like to lose someone. No one should ever have to go through that." We pull away and I see there are tears running down her face. Then, I realize I'm crying as well. I laugh and say, "Look at us. We're a mess!" She laughs and nods in agreement. We wipe our faces and look around. Luckily, nobody's around. "Hey, do you need a ride?" I ask Rosie. She sighs and nods, "Yeah, my car really wouldn't start so my dad dropped me off. He's at work now so he can't come get me."
"Well, I'll take you home, or we can hang out." She smiles brightly and suggests we go to the little cafe on Willow Lane.

As we walk to my car I text my dad; "Hey dad. Just got out of school. Do you mind if I keep the car a little longer? My friend Rosie wants to show me a little cafe in town."
My phone vibrates just as I'm stepping into the driers seat. I look and see it's from Dad: "You already made a friend? That's great Muffin. Sure, have fun. Just be home by 7."
I smile to myself, put my phone in the cup holder, and glance at my new friend sitting in the passenger's seat. "Hey Rosie?" I say.
"Yeah?" She replies with a smile. "I'm really, really glad I you were late to school," I sincerely tell her. "And surprisingly, am I too."
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What do you think of Chapter 3?! I hope you liked it! What do you think of Brice? What would you do if a hot guy hit you with a football? Until next time, goodbye my lovelies.