Drawn to You

Chapter 2

“Looks like it’s eight and three,” I smiled knowingly. I’m great at tic-tac-toe, especially if my opponent is Nic.

“Uhm… I’m the one who has scored the eight…right?” Nic flashed me a hopeful smile.

“Nope,” I shook my head. “You got three.”

Nic hung his head low and grunted, “Remind me again why I play this game even though I know that I’m basically going to lose?”

“Because this is Mrs. White’s class, and English—for you—is the most boring subject.”

“Right,” he nodded.

I shook my head at him. “I don’t get how you manage to not fail her class.”

“For your information,” he said, “English is our language. It practically takes only common sense and logic to answer every quiz. I mean, it’s the vernacular,” he smirked, “we should know it better than anyone else.”

“Okay, mister smarty pants—“

“I prefer smart-ass.”

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “But what about literature? How do you manage to pass that?”

“Hey,” he smirked, “don’t forget that you’re not the only bookworm in this realm.”

“Right,” I grinned. “It’s just easy to forget since I always see your username on my TV screen every time I play online. It makes me forget that you have a life other than playing.”

“I could say the same for you.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.

“So, do you want another round?”

“Game,” he smirked. “And this time, you’re losing.”

“Right,” I sarcastically said.

Language class ended shortly after our last round of tic-tac-toe; as much as I don’t want to admit it…Nic won. I guess I thought too much of myself and never saw it coming. I sighed as I picked up my book and draped my bag over my shoulder.

“So,” Nic chirped, “anything you want to say?”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.” He wrapped an arm around my neck and gave my cheek a light peck. His chortle echoed around the hallway.

“That’s what you get for having that big-head of yours.” He smiled mischievously.

“You just got lucky.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he laughed, “you didn’t let me win.”

“What if I did?”

“But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know,” he grinned. “So I’ll see you after next class?”

I nodded, “See you.”

 I’m having Science next, while Nic is having Math. It’s sad that we have different schedules—and by ‘different,’ I mean, we have two classes interchanged. I have Science while he has Math, and the other way around. It’s practically the only fault in our schedules.

I climbed up the stairs to the second floor and trotted to my next class. I sat in the corner, near the door, and settled my things down.

I looked around the room and I saw the same old people.

The popular kids—cheerleaders and jocks—were seated at the back in the corner, the smart people, or nerds—or whatever else we should address them—are seated in the middle in front, while the rest of the girls and boys I also don’t associate with that much are scattered all over the room. I felt like a loner, given that I have no one seated beside me.