The Freshman Crush [[On Hold]]

Chapter 2

    The first day of school was always the most pointless day of school. Seven forty-five minute periods were spent reading a single sheet of paper with rules on them that everyone knew somebody would eventually break. Of course, it was probably better than actual schoolwork, but nevertheless, it was pointless.

    So few of my classes did I actually know anybody. Ben and I shared a lunch period, seventh hour, and eighth hour, but nothing else. As for Rebecca, I didn't have a single class with her. I hardly saw her in the halls either. The only time during the day I saw her was before school and after school.

    There were many things that disgusted me and many others when it came to private schools. We could start with our own line of fashion that Heaven only knew who made up. In this school, the girls wore skirts. The girl’s skirts were rather unique compared to other private schools. While everybody else went plaid, our girl’s uniforms used checkered. The boys all wore Khaki pants. As for shirts, we had a choice of colors for our polos. We could wear a blue, black, gray, white, or navy blue polo shirt. There were benefits to high school though. We didn’t have to tuck in our shirts like we did in grade school. Girls could wear jewelry and make up and they could wear their skirts shorter than in grade school.

    My first class was biology. For sophomores it was an average class and for freshmen it was considered advanced. Most of the class was made up of sophomores. I was one of three freshmen in the room. My teacher was, in fact, Mrs. Elles and I found that she changed personalities between orientation and the first day. She had gone from a quiet, polite woman to quite the talker and every time she turned around, she felt the need to yell at somebody for something. Worst of all, she called me Matthew. I hated that.

    She started off by giving us our assigned seats. I was the first name she called on the list as she pointed to a table in the far back corner. Three stools circled around the small, round table. I sat down on the one farther in the corner. Two sophomore girls were assigned to sit at the table with me.

    “So, for any freshmen in this room, now would be a good time to get to know those who sit around you since we have twenty minutes left.” Mrs. Elles said taking a seat at her desk.

    The two girls at the table looked over their shoulders at me. They seemed hesitant to speak to me.

    Finally, one of the girls spun around on her stool. She leaned in closer to me as she rested her head on the table. She had dark black skin and black hair braided into several tiny braids and pulled into one big ponytail. She glanced up at me with solid gold eyes. I tried to recollect her name, but I forgot.

    “So, how’s it going?” The girl asked.

    “Pretty good.” I answered. “You?”

    “Same.” She responded.

    “So what’s your name?” the other girl turned around now. She had a high voice and she seemed to be almost hyperactive. She smiled widely and her eyes dazzled with pleasure. The other girl glanced over at her with an irritable stare.

    “Matt.” I answered.

    “Hey, I’m Cassie.” Cassie reached out her hand. I hadn’t seen anyone in high school do that before. Regardless, I reached out and shook her hand.

    “I’m Maya.” Maya mumbled. Unlike Cassie, Maya looked and sounded tired. She was obviously no morning person.

    “So we are all table buddies.” Cassie grinned elatedly.

    Maya hid her face in the sleeves of her blue jacket. She mumbled through her jacket to what I believed to hear, “Why am I stuck with you again, Cassie?” Either Cassie ignored Maya, or simply didn’t hear her because she made no response to it.