To The Present Me

Chapter 2

He was in all of my classes except for the last one and all of the teachers have him sit in the empty seat next to me. Before I thought it was creepy, but thinking back on it now, it was probably fate.

I sighed and tried to listen to what my anatomy teacher was lecturing about, the letter right in front of me but was mixed in with my anatomy notes to show that I was at least paying attention. We had tables in anatomy class, four people per table, and sitting right next to me was Rixon. Sitting across from me was a guy with short black hair and brown highlights named Max and sitting next to him, across from Rixon, was a girl named Monica, whose long black hair was in braids.

See, I told you everyone in this school had dark hair.

In anatomy class, Mrs. Braug will give a pop quiz and Rixon won't have a pen to use. Monica will lend him her pen but he'll decline because it's and he doesn't like to borrow things.

"Alright!" Mrs. Braug declared and clapped her hands together, a gleeful smile on her face. "Time for a pop quiz!" Groans were heard from everyone in the room. I glanced at Rixon, who still looked bored in his seat. "Oh, don't give me that! You all should've expected it!" The teacher laughed and started up the projector. "Same structure. Take out a sheet of paper and any color of pen. No pencils."

I quickly did as I was told and took out a piece of paper from my binder and my eraseable black pen from my pencil case. I then closed my binder and put it down on the floor with my bag. I looked around and saw Rixon taking a piece of paper out in front of him and rummaging through his pencil case for a pen. His brows were furrowed as he couldn't find one.

"Here," Monica said and handed him a pink pen, "use this." Rixon shook his head and continued rummaging through his pencil case.

"No it's fine," he said politely, "thank you." Monica just shrugged and clicked the pen in a bored tone.

He'll fail the quiz because he'll end up using a pencil. Force a blue pen on him because that's his favorite color.

I glanced at Rixon who was still looking for a pen. Should I or shouldn't I?

"Alright!" Mrs. Braug announced and pointed to the projector. "Question number one!" I heard Rixon groan in frustration and take out a pencil from his pencil case.

I should.

I took out my blue eraseable pen from my pencil case and threw it at him. The pen hit his shoulder and he looked at me bewilderedly. I just smiled and started the quiz with my own pen. From my peripheral vision, I saw him take the pen, clicked it, and started writing the answer to the question on the board. I didn't notice that my lips formed a smile at the action.

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Class had ended and it was now lunch time.

"Don't forget that the homework is due tomorrow!" Mrs. Braug all but screeched as everyone was hurrying to pack up their things and leave. I was the same.

I feel like I'm one of those people who take a long time to pack up their things and leave class because I'm so meticulous. Well, I just like being organized. Plus, it was lunch time so I can take my time and not hurry. Sam would save me a seat in the cafeteria anyway since her class was closer.

I looked up as I was closing my bag, realizing that I am one of those people. I saw Mrs. Braug start to heat up her lunch in the microwave and got up from my seat. I can't believe I was the last one in class. I looked at where Rixon sat and sighed. I can't believe that he didn't even return my pen. I wonder if the letter will say anything about him being bad at returning things.