Chapter 2
In a few minutes I faced the door to my History class. I turned to smile at Jeff who was walking to his class backwards while looking at me. He looked at the ground while smiling. And if I was robot at this point my insides would have gone crazy. When he looked up I waved him a small goodbye and went inside to meet an empty class except for Mr. Vanchester and Olivia. Mr Vanchester was my History professor in his late forties. “Good afternoon, Mr. Vanchester,” I greeted him and he greeted me in return. I nodded and took my seat next to Olivia and discussed our upcoming assignment. In a few minutes the class was full of chattering when all the other students entered. Silence took over when Mr Vanchester tapped his chop-your-head-off ruler on the wooden table. The next forty minutes was all about the Victorians and imaginary Vikings.
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“Thank you, class,” Mr Vanchester said as all the students hung their bags over their shoulders and stormed out of the room. I blinked for a second or two before realizing class was over. God, I slept again and I was relieved I didn’t get caught. History makes me sleep. I packed my bags and left the room leaving Miley having a heated make out session with some random dude. Jeff was waiting outside my class. As soon as I left the room, I shut the door behind me. I didn’t want Jeff to feast his eyes on Miley’s-Magnificent-Make-Out-Session. “So how was history Lay?” he asked and I replied with a shrug and Jeff being the smarty-pants said, “You slept didn’t you?” I rolled my eyes playfully and asked “How was Calculus?” and he replied “Well, I have a few Calculus problems to solve and I’m done with it,” and smiled. I nodded and asked “About the D&D nights, decided who you are going with?” I saw him smirk and pointed to Miley who was magically now near the lockers making out without someone else. Does she teleport or something? I swear if she gave make out sessions for charity, half of the African population wouldn’t be hungry. Okay, that was metaphorical, but seriously, how does she do that? “Earth to LAYLA, earth to!” Jeff said as he snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“I am here, I am here!” I said waving my hair frantically in the air. “So you planned to go with Miley?” I added and bumped into his hips, intentionally. “Since you didn’t want to come with me, I shall go with her,” and with that he draped his arm on my shoulder. This boy has his ways with me, and I won’t have it any other way. “I didn’t say I won’t come...” I left my sentence hanging.
“Does that mean you will?” he asked, his face resembling a light bulb
“Well, I don’t know...”
“Is it a yes or a no?”
“Well, if someone asked me, maybe I would reconsider,” I said
“Okay then, Layla Young. May I have the Dance and Dinner night with you?” he knelt down and raised his hand.
I giggled at his way of asking me and gracefully took his hand. He grinned and stood up. He pushed his hair backwards and went to the lockers to go back home. Jeff shoved his homework in his bag and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my keys and took my homework. We walked towards the entrance and Jeff took this as an opportunity to snake his arms around my waist, letting it rest there. We settled in my car, and he turned the heater on. I heard a dying walrus sound that made me jump. “Sorry, that was my stomach,” he said clutching his stomach and I felt his eyes on me. “Can we pleaseee get something to eat, or I’ll turn to a cannibal today,” he said, licking his lips. I laughed and asked him to choose where to go.
“Err, wait...how abouttt ...no…yes...wait how about the tacos? Wait, no damn ughhh….”He voiced his unstable thoughts. I was about to suggest The Sandwich Bar, when he screamed “MC’DONALDSSS!!!” I rolled my eyes and said, “It took you so long to decide that,” I said. “Yes, we are going there. Now drive. DOT.” He said and turned around the volume to Up All Night by One Direction and sang loudly. A small smiled played on my lips and took the next exit to the nearest Mc Donald’s.
“Uhmmm….. I’ll have a Spicy Mc Deluxe combo, large fries and a large coke. Oh and I’ll also have and Oreo Mc Flurry and an apple pie,” Jeff listed down his food and I gaped at him like a sick fish. He shook me because the waiter was getting tired of calling me. “Uhm sorry, I’ll have a Mc Chicken Ala Carte' and a regular ice lemon tea,”. While she was piling our food on the tray, I asked Jeff’ You’re really that hungry?”
“I’m a guy, babe. I eat like a panda.”
Jeff paid for the food, and I helped him bring the food to our table. We seated and cleaned our plates within 10 minutes. Jeff gave me his Mc Flurry because he was too full, surprisingly . I gladly accepted it. Stuffing my face with free ice cream is something I wouldn’t reconsider.
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