Closed Eyes (On hold)

Chapter 12

"So now that the Art Gala's done, I've got the football tournament, and the drama, and the music thing, and the EHC Crenshaw annual which means the football tournament, and the fricking binge races," Nick said, counting them off if his fingers as I stood looking at my locker. "Anything I forgot?" he said, sighing.

"Hmmm," I said. I was still thinking about last night. Also, I could barely even walk because I was so sleepy it felt like I was about to fall falling asleep.

"What do you mean, 'hmmm'?"

"I totally agree with you," I replied, taking my books for SE out. Probably didn't know this before, but we have a subject called sex education. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. But it was mandatory. Plus the teacher for Sex Ed was a teensy bit okay- even though Mr. Phillipe wasn't exactly the best guy to discuss relationships with.

"First you look deep into her eyes, then you come a bit forward- all the while looking at ze eyes- then when you're close enough and your noses are touching, you say "Babey, I love you," – that was what he told Romaan last year.

"I didn't want agreement. I wanted pity," Nick frowned in confusion, walking with me up the stairs. I suddenly realised that Nick was actually saying something. I shook my head.

"Whatever, anyway, have you asked Lyra about the race?" I asked as we sat at the back row next to each other.

"Why don't you ask her yourself," Nick smirked, nodding to the black hump next to me. I yelped when I realised that the black bag on the table next to me wasn't really a black bag; it was Lyra. Poking at the part I figured was her arm, a pale semi circle of a face emerged.

"Lyra?" A muffled groan resounded. "Lyyyyyyrraaaaaaaaaaaa," I edging, edging closer.

"What do you want, Skylar," she grumbled still with her head in her arms. I smirked and dumped my books on my table, then I looked back at her. "Wanted to ask if your coming for the race on Sunday."

"Oh god," she replied.

"What about Him?" Nick said, smirking while laying his head on the table. Lyra groaned, shaking her head. I looked around. The class was pretty full, crowded with every nerd and cool kid in the juniors. Andrew and Amy and the rest of the nerd salad were all animatedly talking about something. I looked back at Lyra and nudged her again. She looked back at me with her stormy grey eyes. "So before you tear me into pieces and give them to Ms. Abbey, I wanted know if your coming for the race and the Binge races next month."

"Hmmm," she nodded before going back to sleep. The teacher waltzed in, and by waltz I mean waltzed, swinging his arms and smiling at us like the Cheshire cat.

"Good morning, lovelies," he sighed, adjusting his thick framed glasses and opening his books, " So today we're going to learn about ze signs a man and woman do when zey are sexually attracted to each ozer!!" he exclaimed, jumping in excitement. "I firstly, want you to read le chapter 12 in your books, then we will watch a video-" the class cheered at that "- then I want you to individually or groupwise, present what you have learnt to ze class-" the class sniggered at that "- It will carry beaucoup de points," he said smiling toothily.

Nick looked at me and I looked at Lyra and Lyra looked at Nick. Gradually, my smiled widened with Nick's, and we were both grinning at Lyra, who was banging her head on the table. "Why- am- I – so- cursed-"

"So that's sorted," I smirked, before walking down to Mr. Phillipe to tell him of our group.

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So after that steamy discussion, Nick, Lyra, Anna- who joined after skipping her class- and I went down to the cafeteria. Brad, Liam, Josh and Jake were all missing in action , so Lyra decided to sit with us, which was like having a chief guest over, because she never sits with anyone but Nick.