I'm Not That Girl

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

      “Johnny! Anderson!” I called out as I caught up to the two boys.

      “Elle,” John greeted upon my arrival.

      “Paterson,” Phillip nodded.

      “Where are we off to?” I asked.

      “We have English,” Phillip answered.

      “Fun!”

      “Not really,” John said.

      “What are you guys doing after school?” I asked eagerly, unsure of where my newfound energy was coming from.

      “My house; do you want to come?” John offered.

      “Sure!” I said.

      “Cool,” he said casually.

      “Phillip!” Jillian yelled, running up to us just before we entered the classroom.

      “Jillian,” he said rigidly.

      “So, I was thinking, we should totally skip our next classes, and meet in the supply closet,” she said, drawing a spiral on his chest.

      “Uh, n-no thanks,” he gulped, going into the room with John and I following.

      “Mr. Kent, Mr. Anderson, and Ms. Paterson, please take a seat,” the teacher at the front of the room said. We all sat in the back of the room at a table together. Our teacher, a middle-aged woman with no sense of humor, started talking about the book we were reading, and what it symbolized. She wasn’t my favorite teacher, but she somehow accomplished the main goal of teaching us the required material.

      About half way through the class, someone’s hand abruptly shot straight up.

      “Mr. Ross,” the teacher at the front of the room said in confusion. Nick stood up, facing the class the class with a serious expression plastered on his arractive face.

      “I have an announcement,” he declared, pulling something out of his pocket.

      “Make it short,” she sighed, irritated.

      “Of course,” he shrugged, starting to walk all the way to the back of the room towards where the boys and I had sat down. All eyes were to the boy I had the pleasure of calling my boyfriend. He got down on one knee in front of me, pulled out a Ring Pop, and said, “Will you marry me?”

      “Absolutely!” I said sarcastically, cracking up into a fit of laughter. Apparently, I was now engaged to Nick Ross. 

      “Mr. Ross, please sit down, and stop wasting the class’ time,” the teacher said sternly.

      “Will do,” he saluted, winking at me before returning to his seat. Only Nick... 

      At the end of the day, Phillip, John, and myself headed over to John’s house. Phillip won a game of rock-paper-scissors, and got driving privileges.

      “So, Elle, how does it feel to be engaged?” Phillip asked as he attempted to kill us- I mean drive.

      “Pretty chill,” I said, as my heartbeat increased with every yard he drove. I honestly didn’t have a clue how Phillip got his license.

      “I bet,” John muttered.

      “John, what’s your problem with Nick?” I asked.