The Heart That Won't Heal.

Chapter Two

ღThe Heart That Won't Heal: Chapter Twoღ

James was a real torture in homeroom. Having him in my Spanish and Biology was a thousand times worst. My main point; he didn't leave me alone, like he said he would.

During homeroom he thought it would be funny to sit next to me and poke me. In Spanish he sat behind me and continuously tapped his pencil on my chair. In Biology he sat in the table in front of mine and threw papers at me. Besides being annoying, he was good at one other thing; being tardy. He walked in five minutes late for Spanish and ten minutes late for Biology.

It certainly is suspicious, being that late for class. I wonder why he is late, I mused as I turned into my English classroom. Like every other classroom in this school it had white walls, a bunch fo desks facing the whiteboard, the teacher's desk, a television, blue cabinets, and blue shelves.

When the bell for third period rung and he didn't walk into my English class, I didn't bother getting my hopes up. Instead, I went up to the teacher, found out her name- Mrs. Johnson, and ran to my seat.

Assessing Mrs. Johnson, I tried to figure out if she was nice or not. She had short, curly, blond hair and very bright blue eyes. There's small wrinkles by her eyes and on the sides of her mouth. She seems like someone who would like classy, old fashioned things. The way she dresses so elegantly and talks so politely gives me that vibe.

"Looks like the whole class is here," Mrs. Johnson declared, beaming proudly at the class. 

 "Yes!" I childishly whispered under my breath. A class without James! Nothing could ruin this-

"We will be starting the year off with a project!" Mrs. Johnson said. "A group project."

That just ruined the class. I'm going to take this as a sign that I shouldn't get my hope up for anything at this school.

I bet everyone else is upset, too, I thought. Glancing around the room, I saw two students trying to talk Mrs. Johnson out of giving us the project. I silently cheered them on. One kid with brown hair was flailing his arms around dramatically. The other kid, with blond hair, was agreeing with whatever the brown haired kid was saying.

The three students sitting in the corner look like they are high. Something tells me they are friends with James. Four people are just spacing out at random places in the classroom. Others are gossiping. The girl next to me- an oddly quiet red-head- was reading. Before I could ask her what she was reading, Mrs. Johnson started talking again.

 "It will be groups of two. I will be choosing them out of this hat," she held up a simple black hat. "Let's begin! Stacy with Tommy. Jessica with Tyler. Chloe with Matt. Hunter with Nick," two loud cheers interrupted Mrs. Johnson. "I may have to rethink that pair," she said, shooting the boys a hard stare. 

"Next pair...Ben and Delia," Mrs. Johnson said. I saw one of the boys that was trying to talk Mrs. Johnson out of the project shooting me a grin. It was the brown haired one.

"You be nice to her!" Mrs. Johnson ordered Ben, causing some of his friends to snicker and pat his back.

"Oh I will be," Ben answered, smirking wickedly. I shot him a disgusted look.

 "Uh-huh," Mrs. Johnson nodded, looking apprehensive. "Kevin and Alyssa," she called out, the girl next to be slumped down in her seat. "Lexi and Kayla," two blond girls turned and whispered excitedly to each other. Mrs. Johnson read off two more pairs, than read the assignment.

 It was one of those 'get to know each other better!' activities. More like one of teachers ways to force students to communicate. Unfortunately, there was ten minutes left of class to get a head start on the project.