Lost

Chapter 2

The bell rang at 8:45. Each of my six classes were forty-five minutes long and my lunch period was twenty minutes. This English class with Mr. Ferdinand wasn't all too bad, really. I was pretty smart when it came to English.

Almost all of my classmates hurried out of the room as soon as the bell rang. But Liam and two of his friends stayed by Liam's desk talking and laughing. One of his friends was blonde and sounded Irish, and the other looked like yet another British boy with curly brown locks. They seemed decent enough as I watched them talk with Liam.

I noticed Mr. Ferdinand wasn't in the room. I had five minutes to get to my next class, which was right across the hall. But I wasn't focused on making it to my class on time. All I wanted was to catch Liam's attention.

I "accidentally" dropped my bag on the floor. It landed with a thud, and a handful of its contents spilled out. Liam and his friends fell silent, a little startled by the sudden loud thud on the ground. I kneeled down and began placing my things back into my bag.

"Oops." I said, trying to sound embarrassed.

Liam's eyes met mine. "Do you need any help?" he asked. I realized that his friends were now leaving the room, laughing with each other.

"No, I think I've got it." I said to him as I finished picking up my things.

"Okay." Liam smiled. I smiled back. His smile was so freaking adorable.

"So.... what is your next class?" he asked me, pushing a strand of hair out of the way that had fallen in front of his face.

I fumbled for my class schedule in my bag. I hadn't exactly memorized all my classes yet.

"French class with Mrs. Arrington." I finally replied. A look of relief swept across him, and his tense shoulders seemed to relax.

"Me too. It's right across the hallway." he said, beaming.

"I know." I said, a little shyly. I glanced at the clock. Two minutes. "We should probably go now."

"Yeah." he agreed. We strolled down out of the classroom and into room 124, where French would be held.

"I want to sit next to you." Liam spoke quietly in my ear. My heart beat hard against my chest. I wanted to sit next to him too, of course. I was beginning to think he might be starting to like me almost as much as I liked him.

We took a seat towards the back, once again. I guess he didn't like sitting up front either.

I set my bag on the floor and looked up towards the front of the room. A proper looking woman with a neat bun in her hair was eyeing the class with her hands folded. Her lips were pursed, and she already seemed very intimidating and judgmental. It must be Mrs. Arrington.

The bell rang and the class fell silent. Some students quickly hurried over to their seats. Every single desk was occupied. French must be a popular subject, I remember thinking.

"Welcome, all of you freshmen." Mrs. Arrington says in a high-pitched voice. I am not surprised her voice is so high. "I'll be teaching you French class this semester. And I will tell you now that I am a very strict teacher. I do not allow talking, and you must be facing forward and paying attention to me teaching at all times. If you follow these simple rules, you will excel in this class. If you choose not to follow my rules, detention may be a consequence and you will receive a failing grade. It really is not too complicated."

She was pure evil. But I was so intimidated my her that I decided to follow her rules to play it safe.

The class was boring and long. When the bell rang to signal the end of it, I let out a huge sigh of relief. This was going to be a terrible semester for French, even though it was an easy class. I just hated that we had to face forward at all times and we couldn't talk. It was so stupid.

Liam poked my arm, making me giggle.

"Hey, I need your number." he asked, nearly begging.

"Fine." I gave in. I pulled out a blue pen from my pencil bag and wrote my number on his hand.

"There ya go." I said, capping my pen. He looked truly excited.

"Thanks. I'll catch up with you later, Alexa." he said smiling. Then he left the room, half skipping.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. He was so amusing. And gorgeous.

We had no other classes together, except for lunch which really isn't a class. When lunchtime came, I spent half the time scanning the room for him. I finally spotted him at a table with a bunch of guys, so I decided not to bother him. I took a seat at a table with a group of girls I didn't know. I didn't talk to them the entire lunch time, but whatever. They were sort of annoying and seemed like they were popular girls of Northbrook.

I got home by 3:00 that afternoon. School ended at 2:45 and I rode the bus home once again, like I'd be doing every school day now. I live on Linland Ct. in suburban St. Louis. I have a two story house, where I live with my family; my mom Ashley, my dad Mike, my 10-year-old brother Joshua, and my 13-year-old sister Taylor.

I had one new text message when I opened my phone. My heart soared when I realized it was from Liam. I nearly dropped my iPhone when I read the message. He had just asked me to hang out tomorrow after school. I couldn't believe it. This was really, actually happening.