The Year I Met Ryan (Editing)

Chapter 10: Oh My

CHAPTER 10: OH MY

"Bethany?"

I guess he is pretty cute. Why hasn't he talked to me? 

"BETH?"

Like I get it and all, he's not into me, but I mean still. Two days I've gone over his house since then and literally all we have talked about is the project, oh yeah and he asked me how my day was on both days. But still.

"Do you need some time alone with your thoughts Ms. Diaz?" I heard a snicker come from half the class. I wonder what they're laughing about. Oh man Ryan's laugh. Ugh I just want to grab his face and-

"Beth!"

My head snapped up at the sound of Ryan's voice. "What Ryan?"

"Mrs. Demassi is calling on you."

I looked up wide eyed at Mrs. Demassi. "S-sorry I-I was just-" Come on Beth think fast!

"I will allow this only one time, but please pay attention next time. George can you please tell the class the answer?"

I mentally slapped myself for not paying attention. How had I not noticed everybody looking at me? Because you were thinking about Ryan. Could my inner voice be any more obvious and obnoxious? My cheeks were still burning and red. That happened a lot when I felt like I got caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

I was just hoping Ryan would not ask me anything because I would not know what to tell him. The bell finally rang, and I picked up my things to rush out of class but it took longer than expected. I ended up walking out of class a person behind Nicki and Ryan. I heard her laugh and put her hand lightly on his shoulder. I tried to shrug it off. I shouldn't care.

I walked to my next class with that incident still on my mind, knowing fully well that it should have left my head the minute I saw it happen. I was sure that something was going on with them again. I sat in my seat in the middle of the class and looked straight ahead as I had done since I had gotten here. Everybody had given me dirty looks the first few days of school, so I decided to let that be the case for the rest of the year. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hi sorry. Beth right? It's Diana. I was wondering if you had a pencil I could borrow?"

I paused and very hesitantly answered her. "Yeeeaaaah, sure thing." I reached into my backpack and the next thing I knew my hair was wet and gooey and I had yellow running down my face and down the sides of my face. The room erupted into laughter. I turned to my side and there was someone from class, Damien I believe - he was clutching his side with one hand and holding a napkin with the other hand that I could see had yellow, presumably from the egg he had just cracked on my head. I didn't know whether to cry or to punch him in his face. So I went for both.

I looked straight at him and said, "Big mistake." I socked him right in her jaw, which caused the room to go silent. Not so funny now is it? I picked up my things and walked out of class before our teacher had the chance to get there, and before the tears could escape my eyes. I had been keeping them in since the egg met my hair.

Once outside of class, I let the tears flow freely. I didn't even know why I was crying. I just was. I walked to the bathroom just down the hall so that I wouldn't be visible to the public eye. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my face turning red already. My nose especially. My eyes were wet with the tears and swollen.My hair was stuck together with the egg. I hid my face in my hands, I couldn't stand to see my hideous face. I hated crying. It made me feel weak and vulnerable among other things. I ran my hair under the sink to remove all the egg and when it was finally all out, I put it up in a bun.