Once Upon A Surf

Chapter Two

          "Ms. Fisher," Mr. Smithy glared at me as I stepped into the classroom.  "How nice of you to join us."  My face flushed and I walked towards my seat, feeling everyone's eyes on me.  I sat down and pulled out my book, opening to the page the class was on.  Jenna met my eyes, holding her hands up dramatically.  I shrugged, turning to focus on the lecture at hand.

          For the next hour we dragged through the out-loud reading of Macbeth, though it was clear that no one in the class was interested in what was happening.  The bell rang loudly and the class was instantly loud with the sound of seniors talking as they exited the room.

          "Late again?" Jenna asked as we walked down the hallways.  I shrugged.

          "Oops."

         "That's twice in one morning, Fish.  You're probably-"

          "Lindsey!" I heard Kelly and almost groaned.  I bit my tongue, stopping and turning with a smile.  Kelly was with Taryn, who was looking down at her phone.  "I have a question."

"You couldn't ask this morning?"

"Someone was busy sneaking out to surf this morning," Kelly shot back and I flushed.  "So no."

"Ask your question."

"I may or may not have been caught with Brent Simons in the back hallway," Kelly said, raising an eyebrow at the grin that had appeared on my face.  "I need you to convince Mrs. Denvers to let me out of detention."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"The teachers at this school love you," Taryn pointed out, receiving an affirming nod from Kelly.  "You can convince them to do anything."

"That's not true," Jenna said with a laugh.  "You got yourself in detention, get yourself out--"

"I'll figure it out," I cut Jenna off, receiving a sharp glare.

"Thanks, sis," Kelly patted my shoulder as she walked past, followed by Taryn and Courtney.  "You're the best."

"Mhm," I said, rolling my eyes and starting through the crowd towards my classroom.  I was barely aware of Jenna fuming behind me, her face a bright shade of red.

          "I don't get why you don't—"

          "Don't, Jenna," I said, turning the corner.

          "How are you going to even get her out?" Jenna said, her tone harsh but not mean.

          "I don't know.  If I know one thing, it's that Kelly is not worth fighting with," I said.  Jenna opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.  "Trust me.  I'll figure it out."

          "Fine," she muttered, biting her lip.  I waved to her as she rushed down the hallway towards her class.  I slid into my history classroom just as the bell rang, so luckily wasn't counted tardy.  Jenna wasn't in this class, though I wished she was, because it was easily my most boring class.

          I managed to get through the morning without any more disruptions, heading to lunch after meeting with Mrs. Denvers to convince her I needed Kelly to help with a community service project that was much more important than an after-school detention.

          "Hey, guys," I slid into the table, holding an apple and a carton of milk.  At my table sat most of the surf junkies of the school—Jake O'Malley, Jenna, Luke Courier, and Abbi Mitchell.

          "Is that all you're eating?" Jenna asked as she shoved in a mouthful of pasta.  I shrugged, biting into the apple.

          "Not hungry today," I said.  Luke laughed.