Choice (On Hold)

Choice - Chapter Three

For our gorgeous and player Jackson Newman, Jake Abel everyone! ;)

CHAPTER THREE

"So you're saying I'm getting transfered to another class?" Rose asked the front desk officer, Mrs. Grey, with her jaw slightly open and her eyebrow raised. "And why is that? I already had advance placement French last year!"

"Honey," Mrs. Grey said sweetly. She is already sixty-two years old and always treated every student like they were her grandkids. A lot of the people in the school like her. She wasn't mean and bossy as other school staffs were. "I know you already had advance placement French already last year, but Mr. Howards is the one who assigned you to take it again. He wants you to help a new student adjust to the school and, from what I've heard, the kid is having a hard time in French."

"Really, huh? But why is he or she is advance placement if they're having a hard time?" Roselyn was never this snappy, but it was clearly annoying her. She had to take French again, when she was already settling down in her Arts class. She always wanted to have Arts ever since, but it was only exclusive for senior level, and now it's being taken away from her.

Mrs. Gray adjusted her green framed eyeglasses and shrugged, stacking papers as she talked. "Mr. Howards didn't exactly told me how the Adam Marx was in that French class."

Roselyn blinked a couple of times and edged closer to the desk. "Excuse me? What was the name that you said?" she asked, wishing she heard her wrong.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. The student that you'll be helping out is Adam Marx." she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, not wanting to be even ruder. Instead, she took the slip of paper that contained her new schedule and turned to the front desk officer with a sweet, fake smile. "I'll try to be cooperative. Thank you so much." She stood up before Mrs. Gray can even say a thing.

I can't believe this is happening! Rose thought furiously as she stalked forward the Foreign Languages building, ignoring the stares some people were giving her. Usually, she is always thought of something elegant, beautiful, and graceful - full of manners and civilized - so maybe the way she was so frustrated right now kind of made people turn their heads in her direction.

"Where's the fire, Rosie?" someone grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close as she entered the building's entrance. It was Jackson.

Rose narrowed her eyes at him and pulled his arm away. "Not now, Jackson." she said, continue stalking forward the building to the left wing.

Jackson easily kept pace with her, walking to her left. "Aren't you supposed to have Arts 101 around this time? You might be heading the wrong direction since your classroom's over that building." He pointed a finger to his right.

She snorted and shoved the paper with the schedule on his chest. His eyes skimmed on it for a while and then he broke into a huge grin. "You're having French with me!" he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around my waist again. "It's kinda unlucky that we did'nt have the same classes together this year."

"Just shut it, Jackson." she said.

The two of them walked into the classroom, the teacher, Ms. Sanders, was already inside preparing for today's discussion, but the bell hasnt rung yet, so the room was still full of noise. Jackson headed to his desk which is at the left of the room, near the window looking out the hallway. Rose turned to the teacher and handed over her slip. Ms. Sanders looked surprised but said nothing. She just handed her the instruction manual and told her to take her seat. Rose took a seat beside Jackson since he already reserved her one.