My Boy | a Jacob Sartorius fanfic [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter 3

     *** Rachel's POV ***
     I woke up with the sound of my notifications blaring on my phone. I groaned and turned on my phone to see where all these notifications were coming from. They were all from Becky.
Becky - Goodmorningggg!!
Becky - Ready for the tour in school today?
Becky - What do you think Jacob will wear?
Becky - You should get his number!!
Becky - What are you wearing today?
     She texts a lot.
Me - Idk what I'm going to wear yet. I just got up.
Becky - Wear something cute!
Me - Will do.
     So I went to my closet and tried to find something less crazy than what I wore yesterday. I really need to go shopping. Maybe I'll do that this weekend with Becky.
     I picked out this pink DC Comics shirt, grey pants, black flats, and a choker. That was good enough.
     I went to the bathroom and put my hair in a half up half down style, and since my hair was naturally wavy, I didn't need to brush it. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant, some perfume and ran downstairs.
     For breakfast I decided to have Cinnamon Toast Crunch, since that's my favorite cereal and I was feeling special for some reason.
     I saw that it was seven fifteen and I had to get to school soon. I put my bowl of cereal in the sink, grabbed my bag and walked down to the bus stop. My bus comes at seven thirty so it should be here soon.
     My bus came, so me and a few other people got onto the bus. I saw that Becky wasn't on the bus, so I was navigating for a place to sit. Then I spot Jacob and there's no one sitting next to him.
     " Rachel!" Jacob yells. " Come sit with me!"
     I turn around and pretend like I didn't see him. I wasn't sure if I should sit with him or not, but the bus door closed and I wasn't thinking so I sat next to him.
     " I saw you coming onto the bus so I saved you a seat. It's kind of hard to not see you since you have bright green hair." He touched my hair lightly and put the strand back down on my shoulders.
     " Yeah." I said. What else was I supposed to say? My stop was the second stop and we had ten stops in total. So I'd be sitting with Jacob for a while. And can I just add how good he smells? I don't know if he does it on purpose or he just naturally smells good or what, but he does. Jacob laughs. He has the window seat, so he looks out the window.
     " Have you seen Becky? She was bugging me this morning about what I was going to wear, but she didn't come on the bus."
     " No I haven't. But she was bugging you about what you were going to wear?" He asked and I nodded.
     " Well I don't know why, because you would look great in anything." He told me that in a dorky way, which I thought was so cute, because he seemed like such a dork like me. I was blushing so hard that I think I looked like an actual tomato. Like, my green hair for the stem and my red face for the tomato.
     " Thank you." I said while smiling. It was the only think I could think of saying. It was a compliment, and whenever someone gives me a compliment, I'm obviously going to thank them for it. That's how that works. He didn't even see me smile though, because after he said it, he started looking out the window again.
     But the fact that he said I would look great in anything just made my day. And it's literally seven thirty in the morning and he already made my day.
     As the bus stopped to load more people on, it got louder each time and it was super annoying. When I get on the bus, it's always so quiet. Then people come on and I don't know what happens. It happened last year too.
     " Aren't we getting a tour of the school today?" I asked him. I thought we were but honestly I have such bad memory that I forgot.
     " Yeah. I'm kind of excited about it. It's better than being stuck in that room while doing get to know you things. When will teachers realize that nobody cares?" Jacob asked. And I completely agreed.
     " Exactly! Like, we didn't come here to socialize." But the conversation ended there because the topic was kind of weird. Also because we arrived at school.
     Once we were off the bus, I walked with Jacob to our homeroom. We weren't early but we weren't late. I guess you'd call this right on time.
     I sat down in my assigned seat from yesterday and I noticed Becky still hadn't showed up at school. Did she get sick or something?
     The teacher began taking attendance and I started to worry. I wanted my friend here.
     " Sorry I'm late! My mom had to drive me." Becky came in through the door out of breath. She still looked extremely good though, even better than me, and I actually took the time ( and by time I mean 5 minutes ) to get ready this morning.
     She sat down next to me and smiled.
     " Hi!" She whispered. I looked at her in confusion, but a happy sort of confusion.
     " Hey! What happened? Why were you late?" I asked her. She put her bag on the back of her chair and caught her breath.
     " I'll explain later."
     I looked back at Jacob and he looked back at me. Then he glanced at Becky and raised his eyebrows in a, " She's crazy," type of way.
     " It's time for our tour of the school now. I'd like the first row to line up." Mrs. Raymond told us. Which was surprising, because that was kind of quick.
     The first row lined up, and then the second, and all of the other rows lined up as well.
     I was the last in my row to line up, and Jacob was the first in his row to line up, so that made Jacob stand behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, and to be honest, it made me quiver a bit.
     She led us to the cafeteria first and explained a little about it.
     " This is the cafeteria as you know. We will come back here for fifth period to eat lunch. Find a table please, three to a table, and sit with people you won't be distracted with."
     So, obviously, I sit with Jacob and Becky. Even if we're talking, I won't be distracted, because technically if I don't care, it's not me being distracted. It's just me not caring.
     For the full forty five minutes, they introduced each and every one of the lunch ladies. Like we need to know about the people that are giving us school food. It wouldn't matter if they were murderers and poisoning our food, it would be no different, school food was poison anyway.
     So, yes. We sat there for forty five minutes while old ladies gave us a presentation on their lives.
     The bell finally rang, and everyone adjusted themselves as if they were ready to get up and leave. Which they were. We all were.
     "The next place we will be visiting is your math teacher, Mr. Tedros. Follow me." Mrs. Raymond told us. And surprisingly, she didn't even have to tell us to get in a line, because we automatically did. Again, Jacob was behind me. Math was one of the classes I had with Jacob.
     We walked straight across the hall from the cafeteria and took a left. We were at our Math teacher's classroom. Mrs. Raymond left us in his room so he could introduce himself.
     " Hi guys. I'm Mr. Tedros. And I teach math. But I not only teach it—I also make sure each and every single one of you understand it. I could teach and teach and teach all day long, but what I really focus on is making you guys understand what I am teaching. In this room, we'll be doing a ton of review worksheets, working with partners, groups and as a class to fully get math." From the sounds of it, I liked this teacher. But it sounded like his words were coming out of a book written by John Green.
" When I was in seventh grade, I hated math. Probably as most of you do. But then I realized, most of life has to do with math, so I might as well get used to it. So now I teach it. Questions?"
This kid named Holden raised his hand. Mr. Tedros pointed at him.
" About being able to work with partners, will you assign us partners or will we be able to pick our own?" Holden asked.
" Ahh. See, when I was your age, I used to hate having teachers pick our partners. But, I pick your partner once out of the four times we're having partners, just to see what works and what doesn't. But normally I'll let you pick your own partners."
That was a relief. At least I won't have to work with weird people in math. And since Becky isn't in my math class, I'll probably be working with Jacob a lot.
" Any other questions?" The bell rang. " Well I guess times up!"
Mrs. Raymond was in the doorway. She had us line up, and then she had us follow her.
" Our next destination is the Gym and art room. You'll get twenty minutes in both, and then a little extra time to explore."
Once we were at the gym, our gym teacher came to us and shook our hands. Jacob was next to me and I could see the uncomfortable in his eyes. I was beginning to think that he wasn't good with people, or that he had some kind of social anxiety just like I have.
" My name is Mr. Chris, and I'm your gym teacher." He's very tall. He looks like a basketball player. I hate watching sports, but I like playing them.
" I want you all right now to do twenty sit ups, five curl ups, and fifteen push ups. You'll get a lollipop after."
Some people started groaning, but Jacob seemed to have no problem with working out. He got on his back and began doing sit ups. So did I.
Every once in a while, I would glance at him. Since he was wearing a white short sleeved shirt, I could see his muscles flexing whenever he did push ups, and they were nice.
Wait no, I'm a nerd, I'm weird, and I was totally not getting a crush on a guy because of their muscles!
When everyone was done, Mr. Chris gave everyone a lollipop and said we did good. We were all sweaty and out of breath. But it was time to go to art.
The art teacher was named Mrs. Tasha and she had no introduction at all. She made everyone draw a perfect circle and random things that even I couldn't do, and I'm the one who stays up until one in the morning just trying to draw anime hair.
The looks on our faces when we got out of the art room were so priceless.
Our last class before lunch was social studies, and the teacher was strict. His name was Mr. Tim and his looks were disturbing in a way that I knew would make me have nightmares.
He was explaining that if we forgot our homework more than three times every two months that he would give us detentions every Saturday until we brought the homework that we didn't do or forgot. Which is so extremely extra that it's ridiculous.
Finally. Lunch.
Apparently today it was pasta, and I really like pasta so I was happy. But I remembered that school food is pure poison.
I sat with Becky and Jacob, and we had a small conversation about how strict the social studies teacher was. Nothing big.
     The next classroom we were going to was Language Arts, which I was extremely excited about. Her name is Mrs. Kelly and she's the sweetest teacher I've met so far. Which is good, because I love Language Arts and I'd hate it so badly if the Language Arts teacher was like the social studies teacher.
     Then the last classroom we went to was Science, because it was our homeroom. Without hesitation, Jacob sat next to me.
     We did a pre Science quiz just to see what we know about Science. I knew I aced it, Science was my second best subject, Language Arts being the first.
     As we began to pack up our things, Jacob touched my shoulder in reference for me to turn around. He handed me a piece of paper. I opened it, and it had his number on it. Becky noticed and walked away, but we could hear her squealing and jumping up and down. She shipped us so hard.
     I smiled at him and nodded as in, " I'll text you tonight."
     I couldn't believe this was happening. A guy? On the second day of school?
     When I was eleven last year, my dream guy was a total nerd just like me. One that was extremely smart, dorky, didn't have muscles but was extremely funky and adorable and had a high pitched voice. I never expected to like a guy with muscles, a low voice, and good looks.
     But that was last year.