The Story of Us

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I met up with Malarie once we got outside the classroom. We walked together to the next building, for Geometry. I have a feeling this class won’t be as interesting as French. Not to mention, math teachers have never liked me for some reason. We walked in, and all of the good seats were taken. We found two seats next to each other in the back row. We took out our binders, a pencil, and a highlighter, and waited for instructions. A short, pudgy man stood up in the front of the classroom just as the bell rang.

“Hello. I am Mr. Lubes. I hope you picked your seats wisely, because they will be like this for the rest of the year.” I looked around to see who I was sitting near. To my right was Malarie. To my left, was a tall, tan boy, who looked like a sophomore. He has gleaming green eyes, and brunette short hair. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, and dark blue denim Levi jeans. I think he could feel me staring at him, because he turned to look at me, and smiled a little.

“Hey, I’m Josh.” He said. I was speechless at how gorgeous he was, and how his words flowed out his mouth like honey. I snapped out of it so he wouldn’t think I was such a dork.

“Hi, I’m Phoebe. You new here?” I asked, trying to act casually.

“Nope, last year was my first year here,” he said with a smirk. I was just about to reply, when-

“Excuse me; do we have a problem here? Joshua, you should know better. What good did flirting with girls all class long do you last year?" Mr. Lubes said, obviously annoyed. I shrunk down in my chair, embarrassed. What did I tell you, I never have good luck with math teachers.

“No sir.” He said respectfully, not sarcastically like some boys do. Mr. Lubes sighed, and turned back around to write down our homework on the chalkboard. A chalkboard?! I thought, who has those anymore? I wrote down the homework in my planner. I am extremely organized, but I try to keep all of my things cute at the same time. For instance, my planner. It is a black and white with one direction imitating the 'Abbey Road' cover. The bell rang, with no warning from our teacher. I sighed, bored already. At least I have study hall next period. I walked outside with Malarie, and I feel at tap on my shoulder. I whip around, it was Josh.

“Hey Phoebe, sorry about that.” He said, sounding genuine.

“It’s okay.” I say with a laugh, “I didn’t know you were so much of a player,” I added, half-joking.

“It’s not like that! Really! How about I make it up to you,” He said, while I await the rest of his response. “Do you guys wanna eat lunch with me and the team today?” I was unsure, hoping he wasn’t one of the jerks on the football team. Almost as if he could read my mind, he continued.

“The baseball team,” he clarified. I was relieved. Malarie shot me a hopeful look, and I knew what she was thinking.

“Of course, we would love to.” I said, trying to sound sweet.

“Cool, see you then.” He started walking away and looked back at us. Like dorks, we were still staring at him. We quickly looked away. Malarie and I started walking toward the main hall to our lockers. This will be a very interesting year.