The Bad Girl Does Ballet

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

     Monday rolled by considerably uneventful.  I didn't see Eli in my second or third block classes, which was a little odd.  I don't recall him looking sick on Sunday, but who knows.  Colds sneak up on you, I suppose. 

     A ruler slammed on my desk, and my head shot straight up.  "Miss Matthews, are you listening?"  I nodded my head, blatantly lying.  "Then what did I just say?"

     "Miss Matthews, are you listening?"  I answered, smirking.  It was first block, and my math teacher, Mrs.  Ferguson, was lecturing on something I could care less about. 

     "Well played, but I'd appreciate it if you listened.  Can you do that?"  I nodded my head, again.  Mrs.  Ferguson and I didn't get along, but she was one of the better teachers. 

     The rest of class rolled by slowly, and I made my way to second block.  I really did not feel like going to biology.  I didn't mind the class, but Mr.  Potbelly was a pain in the ass.  I walked into the classroom, taking my seat next to Kristy.  I carefully watched who entered the classroom, my eyes peeled for a certain someone.

     Kristy started up a conversation, droning on and on.  Not really paying attention to her, I kept my eyes glued on the doorway.  Suddenly a mop of curly black hair appeared, and I raised my hand up to wave.

     "Eli!  Over here!"  I called out.  Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Kristy raise an eyebrow.  Eli's head shot up, and he narrowed his eyes at me.  Even though I could sense his annoyance, he made his way over and sat on the other side of me. 

     "Um, Pey?"  Kristy's voice said, laced with confusion.

     "Oh yeah.  Kris, this is Eli.  Eli, this is Kris."

     "Yeah, I know who he is, but why is he sitting here?"  She replied, bluntly.  Leave it to Kristy to sound unintentionally rude.

     "Oh, we just ran into each other over the weekend."  Eli spoke up, and I could see a ghost of a smirk on his face. 

     "Where?"

     Eli opened his mouth, but I beat him to it.  "The grocery store.  Yep, I was picking up stuff for my ma and he was there."  

     "Yeah, sure."  Eli backed me up, not so convincingly.  I kicked his shin under his desk, and I could see his grin falter in pain.  Now it was my turn to smirk. 

     "Oh.  Okay.  Well hey, Eli."  She said, back to her friendly self.  Kristy wasn't a mean person at all, just a little oblivious to peoples feelings. 

     He gave her a little wave, then turned and faced the whiteboard, waiting for Mr.  Fredrick.  In all honesty, I'm surprised he's sitting with us.  If I can remember, he usually just sits in the corner, head in his notebook.  I still don't understand why he is always alone.  He's nice enough, and he has the looks to be an "It Boy". 

     I looked over, studying him.  He had longer black hair, a little above his shoulders.  It wasn't like greasy like most boys', either.  It looked healthy, and soft to the touch.  He was pretty tall, taller than me, at least.  I couldn't see his arms because he had a hoodie on, or his legs for that matter.  He had black skinny jeans on, the total shy but dangerous boy look, if you ask me. 

     He was hot, no denying that.  So how the hell did he not have girls falling all over him, or at least sticking out their chests for him?  If I had much in that area, I couldn't say I wouldn't flaunt it.  But being a dancer, my boobs didn't exactly develop like every other girls' did.