One shots

Yay! A new politics one.

"Mr Boyd and miss Jackson. You will be together," the teacher began to call out names for our history assignment that we had to do in pairs. It was my second week her at this new school, in a new town, new state, new country and new continent. I had already figured out who was the bitchy people, who were the kind and helpful people, who were the nerd and other miscellaneous cliques. I was the loner it turned out. I also figured out who were the cutest guys and hottest chicks. I had been shown around, and sat with the most popular person. Steph. I sat with her group of friends. David was one of them. David Boyd. The cutest guy I the school. He was a bit a of anger though. He didn't really fit in with Steph's group of friends. They soon found out that I didn't belong with them because of how much I talked and if I did ever talk I would disagree with them. All they talked about was celebrity gossip, clothing styles, who was dating who and who had a 'fun' weekend. David didn't really contribute much except for a smile or a nod to show that he agreed.

Once the teacher finished calling out the groups he explained what we had to do, we were left to it.
"Hey," David said tying to start a conversation.
"Hi," I said in a despising way.
"So, what topic do you want to do?" He asked. We could pick anything in history and present it by doing an essay, museum exhibit or multi-media.
"Don't really care. Whatever you want," I said with probably too much attitude.
"Can we do something to do with sport?" He asked trying not to get on my bad side.
"Nope, nope, nopity, nope, nope. Not sport. Sorry. Never going to happen," I say a bit too quickly.
"What do you want to do?" He asked. His chocolate brown eyes staring at mine. Damn, he was cute.
"Um, something anthropological," I suggested.
"Say what? Anthrological?" He asked confused.
"An-th-ro- pl-ogic-al," I say slowly so he understands.
"What's that mean?" He asked totally confused.
"Ok, I'm going to get technical, so please keep up," I start, "it's derived from the word anthropology, which is the study of the human society. If something is anthropological, it has something to do with the human society. An anthropologist is someone who studies the human society. There are many other occupations that come off anthropology, such as a forensic anthropologist, which is the study of human skeletal remains," I explain. He just sat there taking it in.
"Ok. So how do you know all that?" He asked sounding truly interested.
"I want to be a forensic anthropologist and I love the tv show bones."
"Cool. So, you want to do something to do with humans and our society?" He says getting clarification.
"Yep, that's only if you want to," I said trying not to make any gossip go around the school saying how 'weird' or 'pressuring' I am.
"Sounds cool. Have anything in mind?"
"Not really." Like hell. Of course I did. "We could so a serial killer or a secret society," I suggest.
"Cool, so like the illuminati or um. I don't know a serial killer," he said.
"Yeah. I was thinking we could either Jack the Ripper or gormagon."
"Whatever. You seem to know stuff about them. You choose."
"Aw thanks. So kind. It would help if I didn't want to do either of them," I say in a sarcastic but nice way.
"It's fine. Um, Jack the Ripper sounds cool but gorma thing sounds better," he said unable to pronounce gormagon.
"Gormagon," i said laughing. Awesome. I can watch bones for a good reason now.

"Hey, what's it like moving here from Australia?" He asked.
"Hard. I like how we don't have to wear uniforms. I hate those things," I say making him laugh. David seemed like a genuine person. Not a snob like all of his friends. Before we could say anything else the bell rang.
"Hey, wanna meet after school so we can talk about this assignment? Oh, when I say 'talk about the assignment' I mean get ice cream and procrastinate," he said.
"Sounds good," I said smiling.

I-/

Once the bell rang, signalling the end of school, I walked to the main gate and waited for David. I saw Steph walking with him. You could tell that they were going out, you could also tell David isn't in love with her.
"Ok. See ya. I have to go help Jess with our history assignment," he said letting go of her grip.
"Ok, see you tomorrow," She said so innocently. She shot me a death glare once David turned his back. I wanted to put my middle finger up but David was there and I thought he might take offence.

I-/
"I'll have a double scoop of chocolate  and..." David said signalling me to order mine.
"Oh, I'll have a triple scoop of cookie dough and espresso please?' I asked. David looked at me. "What?" I asked confused.
"Got enough icecream?" He asked me in a joking manner.
"Oh, yeah. I'm not like normal girls. I actually have an appetite."
"I can tell," he said getting money out and paying.
"I would pay for my own, but I'm still getting used to the currency and that stuff," I say.
"Sure, sure."
"Shut up," I say slapping his arm.

Once we got our ice creams we started to walk. I didn't know where we were walking to.  The whole time we talked about life, what Australia is like, out interests and that sorta stuff. Before I knew it we were walking up a garden path and to a front door. I looked around at the surroundings. They looked oddly familiar. Then I dawned on me.
"Coming in or not?" David said gesturing for me to come in.
"You're the dude next door," I said out of amazement.
"Wait, you're the person who moved on next door?" He questioned. I nodded.  We