Operation: Nerd to Emo

.:Twenty One:.

"Just as I thought," she said. "She transferred to Eastwood."
"Shit," I muttered. Evan gave me a weird look but before she could question me, the bell rang and I hopped up to go to my next class faster. Her friend most likely has heard of me and will tell her all about the operation drama. Then she'll spread it here and I'll be messed with. I don't want that...I can't have that!
My next class, English, was boring and I was going to have to read the last acts of Romeo and Juliet again, like I did for Eastwood a couple years ago. My teacher gave me a copy and instructed me to read the last acts and to come back to school knowing what happened exactly, like I needed to read it. But I took the copy anyway and doodled on my notes as she instructed the class about different parts of speech and stuff.
My next class was culinary arts, which was okay since cooking could be fun. I was instructed to sit by a boy who's hair was as shaggy as a wild bush. When I sat down, he looked up from the recipe that was put on the tables and looked at me before looking back. He pushed the recipe packet over to me without a word. I looked at the paper to see it said we were making vegetarian quesadillas, with green chilies. Seems easy but extremely greasy. Hopefully we wouldn't have to eat it...but we had lunch earlier so we probably won't.
Shaggy hair boy grabbed the supplies we needed and mumbled for me to get things preready while he began the steps. I sprayed the pan with canola oil and turned on the small stove. I set the pan on top while the boy buttered the flour tortillas and set one in there. He put some slices of cheddar cheese and the green chilies, then used the spatula to flip the other side so it was closed. After a couple minutes he had me flip it over then once that was done, I took it out and set it on the plate. We waited as the teacher went around, taking a bite of each partner's food.
The teacher came to our table and used the fork next to the plate to get a bite of our quesadilla. She made a please 'mm' sound and swallowed. She wrote a 98 besides our table on her chart and went to the next table. I smiled in victory and decided to take a small bite of the quesadilla.
"Sam, that's my name." The boy spoke.
"Amber." I replied.

Once school was over, I was extremely thankful I hadn't seen Evan again. But, with my luck, as I was walking to my car Evan bumped into me.
"Amber, hey!" she greeted, walking next to me as I tried ignoring her. "I just wanted to apologize. My friend actually hadn't transferred to Eastwood. She's still at Camden but she wishes she could go to Eastwood."
"Tell her she really doesn't want to go to Eastwood." I said, thankful it wasn't true and no one knew. Evan nodded and said goodbye and walked off, so I walked to my car.
I drove back to my father's house where him and Lana were, doing her math homework. When I walked in, my father looked at me and asked how my day was.
"Good," I responded. "What about you Lana?"
"Great!" She said. I nodded and walked up to my room and got dressed in casual comfy clothes then began on my small amount of homework.

A/N sorry this was short but I plan to time-skip next chapter