Coincidences

Act XLVI

I headed back to class, where the teacher explained the schedule and the regulations we had to follow. While everyone pretty much didn't pay any attention, I legged it to a vacant seat, as far as possible from the three of them. I mean, first days, seats aren't arranged yet. They were keeping their distances. Huh, looks like they're taking care of the situation themselves.

Sometimes, Mr. Reed makes his point quite clearly. He seems that he knows what he's talking about, like he has some kind of all-seeing eye, a panoramic view of everything that has do with dating. But hold on a sec. I'm not dating her. Well, um, I― no, um, not like I don't want to, mm― I want to..., of course, that would be....

What in damnation? I'm stuttering again. My neurons are not working like should. Remember, Martin, and keep this in mind. Leave her alone for a while. Let her settle down mentally, her emotions sink down on the ocean floor. They will burst as they reach the surface, once the time for them to float and dissipate arrives.

"Class! Listen to what I have to say! This is crucial to know for this school year."

The teacher rallied agitated, "So, let's fix this disorder. This seat arrangement is giving me an eyesore."

In an instant, I was, for the second time, next to Zoey, and the Rimson brothers sat in front of the two of us. I can't believe my luck. Someone tell me; how is this gonna work? Teacher, do you have common sense?

"Hey," I said desperately, wanting to end this incommodity. Ẃhen I said that, a flashback of me saying that word on my first day of school appeared out of nowhere.

"Wassup?" Rocky hummed.

The teacher concluded with a clap, "Alright. Everything is set. Next class will start soon. It'll be... uh."

"Math," one of Zoey's friends, Daisy, declared. The whole class moaned in terror. I heard math's going to be a torture chamber for us. The teacher left without minimal effort.

She skipped over to Zoey's desk. Streching herself across it like a feline cat, she managed to yawn, "Zoey, what do you think of the new schedule?"

"I don't know, really," she replied, with no intention to find out in the first place, but her friend didn't seem to notice.

"I think it's boring." She turned to me, asking, "What about you, Martin?"

"Eh, um, I don't know for sure," shrugged I.

Daisy took a long stare at me, and then, at Zoey. She let out a sigh and said, "You two are the same. As if you're meant for each―."

The bell rang. The math teacher came with the spirit of a demon. Or Satan himself. Everyone was urged to return to their seats.

While on her way to where she came from, she tapped me. I turned to her, and she put her mouth near my ear and whispered, "When are you gonna take action? She's aching for you to ask her out." She frolicked away.

What am I really supposed to do? I mean, how do you know that in the first place? I'd rather take his opinion, just to be safe.

Class started, and lucky for us, it was just a list of topics and lessons that were going to be taught to us in this semester. Boredom flooded the room, and our classmates decided to make the most of the bargained time. It's the same hour all over again.

A note was handed over to me by Zoey. At first, I thought it was from her. Then, she said, "It's from Daisy."

That little meddler. I flipped it open, only to read, "I seriously think you two are a cute couple. I ship it. When are you gonna ask her out? Do something. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge. Dearest fan, Daisy." She really won't leave me alone.

I gave her a cold glare, hoping to show my anger with my eyes. Leave me alone. I put my arms around my head and tried to close off from the outside, where a bunch of insecurities roam freely.

Zoey sat in silence, looking blankly straight ahead.