Him For Her.

A Friend.

I've been thinking hard about what I said to that Tristen guy about Adriana and what I may or may not have started to feel for her. So at first, I thought that I was just talking out of my head, but after taking awhile to think it over a little, I have noticed something strange about myself. First and foremost is that Adriana is a very attractive girl, that was never actually a question or debate. Secondly, maybe I wasn't just trying to piss him off after all. I think I was really serious about wanting her to call me, to be around me, and even to be mine. I don't know exactly, my brain has been jumping at unsafe speeds, and in all different directions. In the least I think that I thought that I was serious and I understand where what I am saying may not make much sense, but there it is anyway.

It was today when I walked into my second period that I had started to feel something I couldn't understand for myself. It was a strange feeling, it was a small one that didn't exactly overtake me, and in some way it felt familiar as if I knew the feel from somewhere before. As I had grumbled in with my usual tired grouchiness, I immediately greeted a few of my friends, and we made our way to our usual desks. But, for who knows what cruel reason, we had come to a sickening halt, and were right away ambushed by our teacher. I thought maybe the feeling had to do with that jackass Delgado guy as he had been glaring at me since I stepped into class. But, it didn't take long to rediscover the feeling as our teacher announced in her evil-educator-malice that we were in for one of the worst things known to life in highschool... The seating chart.

Disgruntled and disapproving sighs along with drooping shoulders and distraught faces were heavily noticed all about the room. I swear that teachers take pleasure in times and situations like the one she had just then put us through. Nevertheless, depsite everyone's groans of disappointment, we all stood along the walls, counters, and white boards waiting for our names to be called with our new seats. The teacher, of course, chose to take her precious time as to perhaps avoid letting her enjoyment of our devastating social pain go without her being able to revel in it.

"Alex, You sit here." She called to one of the juniors that were both standing nearest to her and assigned to the seat up front. Our teacher called on many students with a decent smile that just barely spread her lips into a curl. The more innocent this sweet middle aged woman looked, only reminded me of how dangerous she could actually be. She proceeded to call on others, she asked for both Tristan Delgado, and what I assumed would have been his younger sister to sit in the same group. Which was how they had been before, it was them two, and then Adriana in the group they picked upon entering the class for the first time. Instead of sitting closest to the door though, they were now seated in the center group of the front row, directly in front of the smart board.

The waiting continued on our part, Travis, Dennis, and I seemed to be some of the last few to have been placed. Soon both Travis and Dennis moved to the same table as Tristen and his sister. Groups of five was the number that she was dividing us into and since their group only had four... I continued to wait for my name to be called, I could only hope to get the empty seat next to Travis and Denny, because at the very least, I would be able to laugh with them instead of scaring a table full of freshmen.

She assigned went on for a good starting portion of the period, going through name after name, and assigning them table to table. It was going to take forever and I still hadn't gotten to sit down. Until about 20 ish minutes into the class I had finally been signaled with both my name and some accidental direct eye contact. And from there, I was assigned to the second row, left side group, closest to the window and about 7 steps away from the door. I had been leaning against the back counter the entire time and due to some on-going after school training I was aching in my calf from standing so long. I sat down to the exact seat that she chose for me, it wasn't even a full leg stretch away from the counter where I had been standing, and once I got there I waited to see what poor freshmen were assigned to my table. I'd imagine they would have been flushed in fear as they came to see a fee fi fo fum giant, sitting at the table that awaited their arrival. Poor little lambs was what had sprung to mind, a little saying that my adoptive mother had often said about my brother during his phases of nightmares.