Bittersweet

Part 2

First hour: geometry.

The only class I actually enjoy. I enjoy all mathematics, actually.  Maybe it's because I like solving problems or accepting an algebraic challenge.

Or maybe because of my lack of friends. Real friends, that is. I have friends, but they're not considered my "friends" friends. Sure, they accompany me when they are alone or when their so called "friends " ditch them. But, they're more, let's see, aquaintences than they are friends.

But, back to geometry, I think my lack of friends really pay off because then I don't have to be bothered by anyone when I'm trying to find y's x.

I grin at my own humor.

Self humor is the first sign of loneliness. Well, to me it is. If you find humor to your own jokes, you're pretty lonely. And not the good lonely. The kind of lonely that leads you to no friends, like me, no boyfriend/girlfriend, like me, and no goals in life because you find something you say funny all the time and you can't seem to understand why nobody else is laughing, like me.

I grin again.

"What's so funny, Elize?"

I look over.

Anthony Hopkins is looking at me.

Anthony is the boy who 1) Stole my first kiss and 2) Never left me alone about it since. Every chance he gets, he tries to get with me and, to be honest, it's really annoying as hell.

"Nothing."

The look on his face tells me that he doesn't believe that one bit.

"Then why are you smiling? "

I try to think of something to say that will shut him up first the rest of the hour.

"Oh, because I think it's funny that you're so desperate to forget all that happened last year and you seem to think I'm always thinking of you when, honestly, I'm thinking of different ways to erase  you completely out of my memory."

His, so called "flirtatious" smile turned into a cold, confused, frown.

There, now shut up and learn about tangents.

Way to go, Elize.

An imaginary applause started up in my conscience. That felt good. I'm starting to even wonder why the hell I kissed him in the first place.

Actually I don't even want to think about that. I just want to solve these next few problems and get out of there because next hour is literature and Jake has the same class as me.

My heart races just thinking about it. I stare at the clock.

Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen...

Seconds go by too slow for me. I'm not patient, especially when it comes to Jake.

Five, four, three, two..RING!

I hurry up out of my seat.

Goodbye geometry. Hello Mr. Peters.