Waiting For Nick

CHAPTER TWO

"Hey, girl. You never wake up late, do you?"
Cissy turned as her best friend, Iris slipped in the seat behind her. "Oh, yeah. Only on days when I have a date who has no idea when it's time to go home. "
"Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking about. Anyway, I had a swell time and nothing you say is going to spoil that. Gosh, I do feel very tired. Just wish I could stretch out and sleep."  Iris said, yawning.
"Go on." Cissy laughed lightly.
"Huh? And risk nosy Mrs Bennett screaming my name in class like some nut case? Oh, no. I'd rather go nap in the restroom." Cissy giggled at the thought. "Hmm... Here she comes."
"Good morning, class."
"Good morning, Mrs Bennett." came the chorus of the class.
"Any questions or comments on our topic in the last class?" Mrs Bennett was dark-haired woman in her early or late forties. Obviously, she had been a very pretty woman in her youth. She'd taught History for a few years at the school and was known for her no-nonsense attitude.
No hand went up.
"Alright, everyone, I've got my own questions for you. Take out a pen and a piece of paper."
"Heavens! Doesn't she ever get tired of this?" Iris whispered, a little too loud.
"Yes, Miss St. Clair, did you say something?"
Iris glanced at Cissy and then at Mrs Bennett. "Uh... No, Mrs Bennett. I was just saying uh...how I love your tests. They make me uh...learn more."
The rest of the class burst into laughter.
Mrs Bennett shook her head and turned to the board before her.
"Whew. That was a close one." Iris said, turning to Cissy, who was trying so hard not to laugh out loud. "Now, what's so funny?"
"I'm not sure if it's you, Mrs Bennett, or that cute guy who's glaring at you over at our right." Cissy replied. "Don't look yet." she hurriedly added. "Or he'll know we're talking about him."
Knowing Iris, Cissy should have guessed Iris wouldn't have listened to her last sentence. Iris turned swiftly to the right and then, slowly turned back to Cissy. "Whoa, you got it all wrong here, miss. He's actually glaring at you, Cissy carver, and not me."
Cissy reddened. "No, he's not!"
"Oh, yes, he is, Cissy. And, my, he's cute!" Iris whispered back. "Who's he?"
"Who cares? Never seen him before. Looks new to me." Cissy was trying hard not to look directly at the boy in question.
"Yeah, he does look new."
"Miss St. Clair?"
"Oh, no. Not again." Iris looked up hoping to find Mrs Bennett sneering at her but Mrs Bennett was sitting at her desk, nose buried in her notes. Only then did she understand. She looked at Iris who was covering her mouth so hard, one would know she'd just played a prank. Iris slapped her playfully at her back. "Now, that wasn't funny. You scared me."
"Well, you deserved it, sweetie. You should concentrate on your test and not bat your eyelashes at some handsome guy."
"Hey, I wasn't batting my lashes at him. I was just looking."
"Iris."
"Hmm?"
"Your test." Cissy said, pointing to her friend's piece of paper behind her. "Or Mrs Bennett will have you for lunch today."
"Humph!" Iris grumbled and began scribbling on her paper.
Cissy smiled and shook her head. Iris St. Clair was one of a kind.