No, no, no. I was not goint to be late to math again because these freshman can't move. I mean- they're moving- just not fast. I've been late to this class like 3 times in the past month, and Mr.Gordon says if i'm late one more time, I'll "earn myself a detention."
My new UGG boots scuffed along the tan hallways as i lugged my books in my hands. It was a pain not being allowed to carry a bag around school, but since my locker was quite spacious i didnt mind. As i watched my feet shift over the tiles in the hall, the boys infront of me turned down another hallway. I bet if i picked up the pace i wouldnt actually be late this time.
Finally i had reached the door to math, with not a second to spare. When i sat down in my seat on the far side of the room away from the door, the bell rang. I let out a loud sigh as i opened my binder, clicking the metal rings open to free a sheet of paper to take notes on. The boy next to me silently bobbed his head to the beat of whatever music he was listening to through his headphones. Hs pencil tapped on the desk in unison with his foot and head, it was as if he was dancing while sitting in his desk.
His name is Calum, and though i've only spoken to him once or twice this year, he seems like the sweetest kid ever. Of course, it helps that he is completely adorable. I've got to focus on this lesson though, or else i'll never get anything done.
"Calum, headphones out please," Mr.Gordon mimics pulling the chord from Calum's ear as he repeats the action, shoving the white chords into his pocket. It was against school policy to listen to music in class, not that Calum cared much. He tried to listen to music everyday so far this year.
The next 30 minutes went by incredibly slow, until my teacher suddenly jumped form his desk. He grabbed his cell phone in one hand, car keys in the other.
"Class," He began, fixing some loose papers on his desk. "There has been an emergency within my family and i've got to leave you here on very short notice, but Miss Monson will surely report back to me if anyone misbehaves."
I nod once to Mr.Gordon as he practically runs out of class, some students bothering to look up for the first time throughout the entire lecture. Calum's eyes are wide as he pulls his phone out from his bag, plugging in his headphones again. He must have noticed me glancing at him when he turned to me.
"You're not going to tell on me, are you Miss Monson?" Calum smirked. My lips pursed into a smile across my face.
"Only if you tell me what you're listening to," I reply, putting my notes for the day back into my binder, swinging the cover closed. I tuck the binder with the rest of mywork under my desk and turn to face Caum again. He swings one of the headphones in his hand, placing it in mine.
"Take a listen for yourself," A recgonizable song instantly fills my ears, and out of the corner of my eye i can still see Calum tapping his dull-pointed pencil. Mayday Parade! That's what this song was! I've listened to the band before, and I'm a pretty decent fan, but I still can't remember the words to some of their songs, which makes me sounds pretty flaky.
"I know this song!" I smile, turning towards Calum again. He laughs and nods at my comment, mouthing the words along with the singer. There was something about how he smirked when he sang, or maybe it was the way the room was dimly lit- something about this kid was pretty special.
The next few minutes went by in silence as i worked on an english paper and Calum sat there doodling pictures of stars and other things in the margins of his notebook. More songs i vaugely knew came on, including All Time Low and Blink 182. Calum's music taste was pretty spot on, with a few Panic! at the Disco songs scattered throughout his playlist that he let me look through.
When the bell finally rang, it caught Calum and i off quite a bit. The rest of the class, however, had seemed to be expecting the bell, as they were already packed up and lined by the door- not that anyone was stopping them from leaving.
"Oh shit," Calum muttered under his breath, nearly dropping his pencil he was tapping. Almost in unison we turned to eachother with shock plastered across our faces.
"It's okay, I- we have art," Remembering Calum was in my next period class aswell, we calmed down a bit. Though i had never talked to Calum in that class, I knew he had also formed a tight relationship with Mrs. Holster, the newly married art teacher. She gives great advice and cares more about her students as people rather than the art they create.
"Oh, you're right," Calum lets out a breath, smiling and running his hand through his hair. "I guess we should get going." He wraps his headphones around his beat up phone and shoves it in his pocket with his pencil. Together we race to the art rom, hoping to get there somewhat on time. It seems like i'm always rushing to class these days.
The bell rings as we're halfway down the art hallway, but i've been even more late to the class, so it shouldn't be a problem. We slip in, going unnoticed and find comfort in a few empty stools at the watercolor tables. My most recent painting is hanging in the corner, one that I hadn't really spent much time on. For some reason Mrs. Holster must have seen some potential in my work, because it's always decorating the art room walls.
Calum and I don't talk all period, not for any reason in particular. I'm pretty focused on finishing a new watercolor piece that i can't seem to get right, and Calum had stolen a sketchbook from another table and started drawing a guitar.
And at the end of class, much like we do any other day, we part our seperate ways without saying as much as a single good-bye.
