It was five minutes before the first bell rang. It was Wednesday. I heard crutches and I turned around.
"Hey, Sam." Lucas said.
All of my friends giggled and walked away.
"Hey, Lucas." I smile.
"Can you maybe help carry my books to first, second, third, and sixth hour?" He asked.
"Yeah, of course." I say and we walked to his locker.
"I need my Spanish text book and the yellow binder." He said.
I nodded and picked them up. We heard the first bell and began rushing to Spanish, which was upstairs and everyone was on the steps. Lucas huffed and set aside his crutches and tried to walk.
"No, Lucas. Use your crutches and if you're lat they can't mark you tardy because you're using crutches." I say and he uses them again. We made our way upstairs and to class right before the bell.
"Hola, students." Mrs. Belle announced.
"Hola, Señorita Belle." Everyone said in a dull tone.
"We will be getting new assigned seats today." Mrs. Belle told us.
Most groaned, some cheered.
"Alright, table one. Taylor, Kyle, Gavin, and Alyssa. Table two is Olive, Ben, Amy, and Ricky. Table three will be Jessica, Xander, Mary, and Chuck. Table four is Dylan, Devon, Erin, and Leah. Table four includes Giana, Hannah, Nick, and Mark. Table five is Nate, Zach, Olivia, and Amanda. Last but not least, table five. Table five seats Lucas, Phoebe, Steven, and Samantha. Please find your new seats." Mrs. Belle said and did attendance.
I sat down at table five. I was the first there. Phoebe and Steven sat across from me and Lucas sat next to me. I saw that Steven helped carry his stuff.
"Oh, sorry. I should've got that." I apologized.
"What are you his girlfriend?" Steven said quite rudely.
"No." I snap back.
"Then what does it matter whether you grabbed it or not?" Steven asked.
"He's my friend, you idiot." I roll my eyes.
"Didn't seem like it when we had to condition with the stupid volleyball team." He said.
"You just don't like the volleyball team because Taylor, Cassie, Hannah, and myself rejected you when you asked us out to prom." I say and pull out last nights homework.
"No, because I've got a girlfriend now." He said.
Steven had always been mean to girls, not boys though. He thinks that he's popular but he truly isn't. Not even close.
"Hey, Lucas. I saw what happened at the game, I'm so sorry." Phoebe fluttered her eyes and smiled.
"It's fine, I guess." Lucas said and turned in his absent work.
She's acting like Lucas is better because he's injured.
"So, who are you taking to homecoming?" Phoebe giggled after we were assigned our assignment.
"No one, yet. Okay?" Lucas said and starting working on the assignment.
"You wanna go with me?" She bit her lip and smiled.
"Not really." He answered.
"It'll be fun. Besides all of my friends say we'd be cute together." Phoebe smiled.
"I have friends who have a different opinion on who I'd be cute with. Besides, it's not who I'd be cute with but who I'd be happy with." Lucas said with a smirk.
She gasped and started working on the assignment.
I finished my assignment right before Lucas and I had to leave. Since he had crutches and I was carrying his stuff we got to leave early.
"You two are excused." Mrs. Belle nodded to us.
We walked out to the hallway and went to his locker.
"Phoebe is so annoying." Lucas says quietly, knowing classes are in session.
"I know, right? Good comeback though. Isn't it only girls who think about who would be cute with who?" I ask.
"Not really, at least not my friends. We just don't say cute." Lucas said.
"What's your combination?" I ask and nod.
"25-01-39" Lucas said.
I opened his locker and grabbed what binders he needed. I went to my locker for my stuff as well. We began to walk down the hallway.
"So, who are you taking to homecoming?" I ask.
"No one, yet." Lucas smiled.
"Me neither." I shrug.
I sniffed and smelt something.
"Are you wearing cologne?" I ask.
"Like I always do." Lucas said and we turned the corner.
"It's really strong." I say.
"Yeah, I put some on at home then before I went to talk to you someone spilt it and it got on my shoes." Lucas chuckled.
"Well that's unfortunate." I giggle.
We heard the bell ring and waited for people to move out of our way so we could get in the classroom.
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She's Not a Cheerleader
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