Lost But Found

Chapter Three: I'm Not Into Socializing

Another day, another boring lecture in calculus. I sit in the back of the room and doodle in my notebook. My teacher, Mr. Keller, drones on and on about formulas to which I've already taught myself from the textbook. I know that I should pay attention to his lecture but all of it's review for me.

Sue me, I've gotten ahead in class.

"Next class there will be a quiz on sections one through five, be sure to..." Mr. Keller eyes the door as his notoriously late student strides into the classroom.

It's the one and only, Bronx Levine.

"Bronx, you're late again. One more tardy and there will be detention," Mr. Keller says, capping the pen of his marker.

"Sorry Keller, I got caught up with that certain time of the month. I didn't want to show up to class bleeding all over your clean floors," Bronx says nonchalantly as the class snickers at her excuse.

Mr. Keller's face turns a faint pink. Yep, he's definitely uncomfortable. "Please just go take a seat."

"Will do thou teacher."

"Bronx, this is calculus. Save it for English."

"Aw, but it ruins the fun," Bronx whines as she heads to the back of the room to the only available seat, which happens to be next to me.

Mr. Keller continues his lesson while I still doodle in my notebook. A few times during his lecture, I sneak glances at Bronx. For a girl who has a tough exterior, she sure can be a comedian. I take note that she's thoroughly jotting down notes. It's a surprise to me that with a reputation like her's, she actually tries to be a good student.

Out of nowhere, Bronx turns her head and my eyes lock with her dark green one's.

Oh fizzle frazzle.

"Have you been staring at me?"

At this point, I just want to die. Oh well, my life has been long enough. It would suck though, if I happened to spend my last day on earth in a math class.

"Um no, why would you think that?"

"I had a feeling you were."

"Well I wasn't. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't freely accuse me of doing such a thing."

Bronx looks down on me and then gives me a whatever' look before preceding back to her note-taking.

I honestly don't care what she thinks of me but part of me wonders what's going on in her mind.

Class drags on for a while more and before I know it, the bell rings. I quickly pack up my belongings but before I get up from my seat, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn my head and it's Bronx.

"It's Remi, right?" She asks, fiddling with her leather jacket.

I nod. What could she possibly want?

"Are you free during lunch?" Bronx asks as if we were good friends.

"Why are your asking me? Last time I checked we've never talked until now."

She shrugs, "I just thought we could chat for a bit."

"Sorry, but I'm not into socializing."

"Well, if you consider my offer, meet me after fourth period in C-12."

"I'll think about it," I grab my backpack and stand up front my seat.

"Nice necklace by the way," Bronx says, as she packs up her bag.

I look down at myself and realize that she's referring to my tiger stripe ring looped in a silver chain.

I haven't fully decided what I want to do with the ring; I only had found the ring yesterday.If I go to a pawn shop, I could probably receive a generous amount of money.

"Um, thanks," I quickly walk out of the classroom and into the busy hallway. Wading my through swarms of students, I finally make it to my locker.
As I put away my Calculus textbook, I can't help thinking about Bronx. Why would she want to meet up? And what could we possibly talk about it?

I shrug off my endless train of questions and close my locker.

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. Maybe there might be something in it for me if I meet up with her.

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The bell for lunch rings and I make my way through the crowded hallways towards C-12.

Opening the door to the classroom, I see that it's empty except for three people. Sitting at a round table in the back of the room, I see Bronx, Cove, and Easton.

Cove looks up from his car magazine and blankly stares at me with his icy blue eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but then closes it.

"Who the hell are you?" Says Easton with a confused look.  I take note that's he wearing a Green Day t-shirt paired with a leather jacket. His dark brown hair is styled to what some might call 'bed head'. A typical sort of fashion style for him.

"Easton, don't be rude!" Bronx says as she slaps the back of his head.

Easton glares at her in response but doesn't say anything. He then turns his attention back to his pizza.

"Remi, please take a seat." Bronx points to an empty chair next to her.

"Um, sure." I scoot the chair out and take a seat. I look around the table and see everyone staring at me. For what feels like eternity, we're all quiet.

"Wait a minute," Cove starts, "Is that my-ouch!" He rubs the side of his left arm that had just gotten slapped.

Now it's Cove's turn to glare at Bronx.

"Patience young grasshopper, we'll talk about that soon," Bronx says as she runs a hand through her strawberry blonde hair.

She obviously is not fazed at all by the glares that she's been given within the past five minutes.

"Well, let us begin now, shall we?"

Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate each and every read.

Quick question: What do you think Bronx wants to talk to Remi about?

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-Nikki