Parallel Paradox

Chapter 2: Complicated

I don't know why I thought that moving to a new town would be good. Well, keeping aside the real reason, I still am contemplating setting steps and ground here. I mean, I'm glad I've got a new beginning and a new chance that I was so desperately looking for, but as they all say, 'Everything comes at a cost'.

I would know that.

AP History was painful to say the least. And I know I shouldn't be complaining because it's the first day and all that jazz, but ugh. Dolzer couldn't keep the snorts to himself, I realized.

As soon as I settled down on the seat beside him, with Noah behind us, he exhaled a huge dramatic sigh and scrunched up his face is distress just for second, but enough for me to catch.  I know it shouldn't, but it irritated me.
What's the guy's problem?
I discreetly try to sniff my hair. Nah. They smell just the same Sunny Meadow smell that my favorite shampoo guarantees. I know for a fact that I'm not wearing anything which might be provocative.

You see I'm not a morning person, so I don't do dress up. I mean who has got the energy to get up everyday and dress like its Arizona? Not me. No. Nah. Nada.

But I tried today, I really did.
I am wearing black rollup skinny jeans which I matched with dark red shirt and a dark brown leather jacket along with my black ankle cut boots. My hair are open and hanging in its natural state of thick waves. A dash of mascara with some gloss and tada! You've got you're own Miyra!

Okay, jokes apart, but yeah. I don't get what's bothering him because I didn't even do anything to aggravate him! Not that I generally make a habit of getting on people's nerve. Okay, well maybe sometimes.
I listen to what Mr. Jason is saying but my concentration is broken down when I hear Noah making jokes from behind me.

"Ps-ssst! Miyra?" He hisses quietly.
I ignore him the first time and continue taking notes of what the old man is saying. He is just like Nick, and that means he is going to get me in trouble.
"Psst Miyra, listen!" He hisses again.
"What?" I murmur back. He won't quit, I know.
"What did King George think of American colonies?" He asked.
"Um we're studying it right now, you know" I reply dryly.
"Naah, he thought they were revolting" he says emphasising on "revolting" and it causes me to snicker which I try to mould into a fake cough. He's such a dork.
Leave it to me to embarrass myself.

You know when most girls laugh and its pretty and sounds like bells chiming on the morning of Christmas? Exactly, yeah, I laugh nothing like that.
I sound like a dying Hyena or a very, very excited walrus caught on a fit. My laugh makes other laugh which makes me laugh more and then I can't stop and grow all red because I can't breathe. You get the picture, right?

I try to control my snickering and concentrate when Noah questions me again. "Miyra, answer this." He grins and asks. "What did Hitler say to the Jews?"
"Um, I don't know?" I ask back.
"He said- Don't Jewish you can come out of hiding?" He replies back and this time I couldn't help it but giggle in hushed tones. Honestly. this class is more fun this way with Noah beside me. 

Dolzer looks back at us and gives us an annoyed look. Oh well.
"Can you two keep it down? Unlike some jokers here, I'm actually trying to study!" He whispers in a flat, irritated tone.
"Jeez! calm your tits bro" Noah exclaims and this causes me to snicker again.
Oops, wrong decision.

Dolzer glares at me icily and asks "What's so funny Evans?"
"Oh nothing, its just Noah politely asking you what's caught your knickers in twist?" This causes Noah to suppress the laugh threatening to come out on full force.

"Oh What, you're British now?" He growls at me lightly.
"No, but atleast I've got some words in my dictionary unlike you with your heavy sighs" I speak in a breathe and sigh, trying to imitate him.
"Really?" He smirks at me and speaks "I don't want to unleash my power of vocabulary on you, in case your slow brain isn't able to keep up with it, and honestly, the only thing you seem worthy of is my used air which I'm exhaling!" He speaks it all in one breathe.
"Well, grumpy you must have some cactus genetics, because you definitely are a prick!" He is so kiddish! I'm not backing down now.
"What did you just call me?" He asks in a dead to tone.
I gulp loudly, but don't loose my bravado. "Prick, I called you a prick!"
"You know you're so-" he starts but is cut off in between.
"Mr. Black and Ms. Evans, care to explain why have you people been talking constantly?" Mr. Jason asks in patient, yet angry tone.