Cecile's New School

Triple Whammy! (Big Secrets, Big Secrets, WAIT STOP. NOT MINE!)

Chapter Eighteen

"...It's so aggravating though, Foster."  Cecile groaned again.  Her feet clomped lazily on the white floors of the school's hallways, but it was hard to hear just hers with the crowd of teenagers rushing to class. 

"Can you be quiet for five minutes, Cecile?  I don't care that your parents won't let you watch Bob's Burgers.  This conversation has been going on since last hour."  He told her then scowled at a person that ran into him. 

Cecile shut her lips in a show of her being quiet.  She nodded, "O- *cough* *cough*  Ack!  I'm okay...  Just...  Just choked on my own spit."  She coughed. 

"Ugh."  Foster rolled his eyes and pushed past book sacks that clumped tightly together.

"I feel like I would most be like the short one in Bob's Burgers.  The one with pink rabbit ears."  Cecile continued.  She put her hands on her head to signify ears. 

Foster shook his head.  "I watch that show and you're not like her at all.  She's cool.  You're like an unfunny Gene.  Or an Andy or an Ollie that has too much screen time."  Foster tried to explain. 

Cecile blinked.  "Who?"  She asked. 

Foster huffed out a sharp breath.  "Never mind.  Let's just get to science."  He shrugged his back pack then continued to class. 

Cecile absentmindedly walked along with only one strap of her book sack on her shoulders.  She blinked out of her haze to notice a couple walking past her.  She silently cursed to herself. 

"Hey, Foster."  She suddenly tugged on his shirt sleeve.  "You just have to talk, huh?"  He snapped. 

"We need to get Ben and Jane together."  She said.  He looked at her skeptically.  "Why's that?"  He asked slowly.  "Duh, because Ben likes Jane."  She answered. 

He looked away then back to her.  "Crap, how do you know that?"  He cursed. 

Cecile thought back to Counselor Oakley then looked up at one of the many security cameras.  She wisely kept quiet and looked away from it.  She caught Foster's awaiting gaze again.

"It's obvious?"  She excused. 

Foster scratched his head as he thought of ways Cecile could mess things up between Ben and Jane.  He thought of a solution that might work out with very little Cecile input.  "Well, maybe you could see if Jane even likes him-"  "That's perfect!  I could ask Jane what type of guy she likes!  I'll ask her in science."  Cecile squealed. 

Foster snorted out an aggravated breath.  "Or do that."  He hissed, but Cecile didn't hear him. 

When they entered the classroom, Foster took his assigned seat in the front.  The smartest girl in class, Dorris, loudly sighed when tall Foster sat in front of her. 

Foster adjusted his glasses when he looked back at her.  "Morning to you too, Dorris."  His words were drenched in sarcasm. 

She tried to lay her forehead on the desktop, but her own glasses prevented her.  "Ugh...  I'm always unable to see Jane come in because of your abnormal growth genes."  She groaned. 

"What?  She's right there."  Dorris quickly looked up.  "Where?"  Her head swiveled to try to find Jane. 

Foster laughed at her.  She put her head back down when she realized when she was tricked.  "My glasses are still in the way..." 

Cecile took her assigned seat in the back.  She dropped her book sack beside her and leaned it against her chair. 

"Jane!"  She heard Dorris gasp from the front.  Jane waved at Dorris before taking her seat beside Cecile.