He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

School

I walk into class a minute late.  I was hoping to be there as the other kids were all filing into class at the same time but the bus got a flat, because of that, I am not counted late.  I make my way to my seat across the room with my giant purse that functions as a backpack.  I look out the window until I hear a throat clearing to my right.  I know it isn't my teacher because a.) she's a girl and it doesn't sound like that, and b.) it's the same person that did that to me last night.  I turn to glower at him and he passes me a sheet of paper.  He scrawled in his horrible handwriting, 'Showing up late isn't a way to impress me sugarplum.' 

I crumple up the paper and throw it at him.  I hit him right between the eyes and smirk.  I should be a hit man.  Cuz' I can literally hit men.  Get it?  I chuckle at my own joke and start writing down what is on the board.  My used to be imaginary boyfriend looks at me with a puzzled look and writes something else down on another piece of paper.  'What's so funny?'

I take it and write in my elegant cursive, 'Your face.'  I slide it back onto his desk.  He frowns at the paper my teacher walks by and picks it up.  His face goes white.  My teacher has a thing for reading out notes that she catches being passed out to the whole class.  I calmly sit back and watch as she reads it before sharing it.  I am her favorite student and I know that she won't do anything.  "Well, it looks to me that Mr. Peterson was writing to Ms. Thompson."

"Yes, ma'am he was," I reply with a subtle smile.

"Would you care to read it or shall I?" She looks at me with a joking expression.  I glance at Alex and see the nervous sweat break out on his skin.  You would think that he was writing sexy messages to and not asking an innocent question.  "Ms. Anderson, I think you deserve the honors."

"Alex sent to Cydney, and I quote: I love the way your hair looks today.  I love it almost as much as I love you.  Will you marry me?  To which Cydney here kindly said: No you creep."  I bust out laughing as Alex looks like someone just told him that his puppy died.  I settle down as he asks to go to the bathroom.  By the look on his face, I know that he is not happy with what just happened.  I look at the other kids in the class, half of them are laughing too, and the other half is rolling their eyes.  Except one.  Laurie (Alex's latest ex) has her eyes trying to burn their way through my skull and melt Alex's seat.  I turn around and ask to go to my locker saying I forgot the textbook.

I make my way out the room and run into none other than Alex.  He looks down at me like I am a bug.  "What is your problem?  It was just a joke."

"No, it wasn't."

"God, Alexander, your acting as if she revealed the secret blueprints to a nuclear bomb."

"She grabbed the wrong paper."

"No she didn't.  She grabbed the one where you asked what was wrong."

"No, she didn't."

"Then which one did she grab."

"It doesn't matter, she didn't say what was actually on it."  I cross my arms and look at him with the 'you are going to give me no bull crap look'  He averts my gaze and goes back to class.  I stride to my locker and grab a pencil instead so I don't come back empty handed.  I rig it again and go back to class.

For the rest of class I deal with Whori, oops, Laurie 'accidentally' bumping into me as she goes to sharpen her pencil, and Alex impatiently tapping his foot against the ground.  

"Could you stop that?" I hiss.

"Stop what?"

"Doing that with your foot."

"Does it bother you?"

"Kinda yeah."  Right after I say that, he stops.  And here I thought he was mad at me.  I shake my head and finish reading the assigned chapter. 

I finish at the same time that the bell rings and go to math.  Also with Alex.  I walk into class before he does and sit in my assigned seat, which is right in front of him.  He comes in just as the bell rings and sits down beside me.  Thankfully, Laurie isn't in this class.  We make it through twenty minutes of Pre- Calculus before the teacher says something really disturbing.  "Peterson, stop that wretched tapping of your giant feet and quit staring at the back of Thompson's head.  It's creepy and I am pretty sure she doesn't appreciate it."

I blush a bright pink and stare at my math sheet.  I don't understand this stuff but it is easier than facing the rest of the class as the girl that Alex stares at.  I reach into my backpack to pull out my led because my pencil ran out, and right as I bend down, my pencil falls to the ground.  I sigh and go to pick it up when I can't find it on the ground.  I grab the led and sit up to look for it some more.  

I feel a tap on my shoulder and see him holding it with a solemn face.  I thank him in German and turn back around.  I don't know what got his panties in a bunch but I am determined to find out.  The bell rings and I put my things away.  Alex waits for me to stand up before he stands up too and guides me by the shoulder out of class.

I make my way to Spanish (my only Alex free class) and sit at the back.  This teacher doesn't care where you sit as long as you are in a seat.  I sit in the back to that if people want to look at me they have to turn around and get yelled at by the teacher.  I make it through Spanish without anything weird happening.

The bell rings and I am determined to find out what that note said to I make my way back to English.  My teacher was just about to go on break so I quickly ask her for the paper she took during class.  She nods and points me in the direction of her desk's top drawer to the right.  I find his handwriting and take it.  I go sit in the field where nobody else is and open it.

Dear Cyd,

I am sorry for what I said yesterday.  I had no idea that you would be that upset.  I want a do-over date if you are up for it.  If you must know, I got that car from my best friend when he passed away.  His parents knew I needed a car and didn't want it going to someone that they didn't know.  I would love to find out about all of its tricks if you are willing?  Meet me at lunch if you are willing, but if you just need time to think, then I understand that too.  I was a jerk.  The f-up, Alex.

I knew that the car came from his best friend.  I knew how he died.  I knew a lot.  I intended for him to never find out.  It wasn't that he was a jerk or not, it was that I didn't want to hurt him or myself.  I would not return the offer to have a do-over date.  I would avoid him at all costs.

I skipped lunch with Chyna by texting her saying I didn't feel well and went straight home.