Red ✔

Enemy Territory

I try to keep my head up and my eyes from closing. I try slapping my face but it only makes my face sting. Then, I try looking straight at the Sun's rays to give me a bright shock, but all I can see is black and white stars (that is not good). I attempt to drum my fingers against the desk to keep me on a captivating beat, but it only makes me more tired than I already am.

When is History class going to end? I feel like I am stuck at grandma's house, playing Goldfish, for about eight hours. Ms. Nelson, our ancient History teacher, is the world is slowest talker and most monotonous teacher in the history of history teachers (see what I did there). Whenever she gives us a lecture or a lesson, most of us will fall asleep. 

"Now...y-you're going...to have an a...assignment..." she mutters sluggishly.

Echoes of moans are travelling around the classroom. All the assignments she gives us feel like the project version of a high school exam, based on everything. It is also exceptionally hard, depending if you write notes or not.

"This assignment...will be about." There is a pause. "World War 2...and you will be working in..." I cross my fingers for individual groups. I always get the worst groups I am not prepared to get yet another horrible group. The only good thing about Ms. Nelson talking so slowly is the anticipation she gives us made it exciting, hardly. "...in groups." She takes out her clipboard unhurriedly and calls out the group names.

Another groan lies out of my lips unexpectantly. Then again, I have expected it to come sooner or later.

"Kyle, Wendell...Dave, and... Jenny," she declares the first group. I feel bad for Jenny. She has an all-boy group. I hope she can resist strangling them. Clive, Scarlet...Leopard..." Leo winces at her real name. She hates the name her parents got her because it makes her feel like some wild cat. That is why she sticks to Leo. "And...Tyler..."

Wait, what? Did I just hear that right? Am I in the same group as Tyler Ma the cutie? This is NOT happening! I smile so widely my cheeks throb and my jaws ache, but I am too pleased to let them ruin my moment.

"Marilyn!" I squeal. She swivels her head toward me. I'm in the same group as the 'cutie'!"

"O. M. G. No way! You're in the same group as Ty-" she almost blurts.

"Shhh! I do not want anyone to know I-" I stopped myself from saying "I like him", because it seems too weird to say that. "I am attracted to him." Okay, maybe that sounds even weirder.

"Okay, okay, sorry," she apologizes.

"Go into your groups," Ms. Nelson mumbles.

I run up to Leo. I squeeze her shoulders. "Do I look okay?" I ask her frantically.

She brushes the loose strands from my face. "You look fine."

Tyler and Clive come toward us. Tyler is so cute, as usual, with his hazel eyes and his bouncy red hair. His shoulders are broad like he works out daily, which would be incredibly sex, and his long neck looks so exposed. I wonder how it will be like if I can brush my hands over it. I move my eyes to his lips. They look so soft and kind, I just want to pull them over to my face. 

I take a glimpse of Clive. He still has those familiar blue eyes with that hint of teal in them. His hair is perfectly combed down that it makes me feel the urge to mess it up. I am happy to do if I can but only if he does not do it to me. 

I untangle my hair with my fingers and check my breath to see if it is smelly. No, I am good, it smells minty fresh from my gum from last period.

"Hey, Leo. Hi Scarlet," Tyler addresses.

"Um...h-hi, Tyler," I stammer.

Clive just nods shyly at me. When is Clive ever shy, especially with me? So I give him a brief smile back.