An Open Window

Chapter 3

"God, why is History so boring?!" Myles groans as we sit at our lunch table.

Mrs. Walters assigned us a shit ton of homework on a chapter we've merely grazed to be due that Tuesday, which no one (except the class suck-up, Trina Placer) was happy to hear.

"I can already hear Trina telling Walters on Monday, 'Oh, Mrs. Walters, I did all of the homework as soon as I got home, and I cannot wait to receive more!'" I put on a high, whiny voice, and Myles plays along.

"'Oh, my dear, thank you. You know, you've always been my favorite student, would you like some candy from my car?'" He says in a stereotypical old woman voice.

We burst out laughing at his ridiculous attempt at an impression, and he asks again, "But really, though, why is it so boring?"

"Because it's history. It's a plan concocted by teachers so kids will turn into drooling zombies in class." I say sarcastically, earning me a punch to the shoulder.

I laugh, grabbing an apple from his tray next to me. He glares, shaking his head.

"Why do you feel the need to take my food all the time?" He asks, trying to take it back. I pull back my arm, and he scowls, but a smile still plays at his lips.

"You always have better food then I do. It's a known fact."

"Sally! Just get your own apple, I need the vitamins!" He tries again, and I pull away again, giggling.

"Why am I still friends with you?" He sighs.

"I'd ask you both the same thing." Jenny says, her and Dana appearing in front of us, taking their normal seats across from us.

"I can't believe Mr. Sanchez assigned a whole four chapters to read and annotate. It's too much!" Dana groans, and we all sigh in remembrance of those days.

"Mr. Sanchez is tough, but you're smart, you'll get through it." Myles consoles, reaching to touch her shoulder. She blushes, looking down.

She's so in love with him, but little does she know that he's gay and only sees her as a friend.

I sigh and take a bite of the stolen apple, when something cold and wet hits me in the back of the head, making my hair turn sticky as it runs down the center of my head.

"What the-" I mutter, and I turn around to see Valerie and her friends laughing hard right behind me. Amongst those is Christian, whose lips are pressed tightly together, not laughing.

"Those assholes. Applesauce in my hair? That's so childish." I shake my head. They all scowl with me, and I take a napkin and try my best to clean up my hair.

"Ew, that's so gross, I can't believe them." Jen grimaces, passing me some more napkins.

"Why do they have to go to such lengths to make your life miserable? I swear they have no class coming from wealthy families." Dana rolls her eyes.

"God, they can't go a single day without torturing you. They need to get their heads out of their asses and grow up." Myles scoffs.

"That sure is nice to hear." A voice says behind us. I look back, and crinkle my brows when I see Christian standing behind me, and he looks down at the ground, almost nervous-like.

"Well, I mean, you guys have been-" Jen starts, but I cut her off.

"Would you like to sit with us, Christian?" He visibly relaxes when I ask this.