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Meghan-11

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         Queenie raised her hand up for the fourth time in thirty minutes. She was not playing it cool at all, half the school knew she had a crush on the geography teacher, Mr Dawson and the other half thought they were in a relationship already but no one said anything to her face to avoid being dealt with by good old me.

'So you are saying sedimentary rocks are formed from four processes'. Queenie said.

'Yes Miss Tanner. Weathering, transportation, deposition and compaction. Everyone gets it except you'.

'Sorry, I'm a slow learner'.
'Then maybe I should fix you up with a tutor'.
'Can't you just give me extra lessons?'

Our classmates started humming and Mr Dawson smiled.
'I'm sorry but the school authorities do not approve of that'.

'Too bad'. She said biting her pen cover. God, she got it bad.
I decided to focus on what was being taught for the rest of the class.

At lunch I told Pokello and Katie what Queenie had done in Geo class and she got a lot of scolding which didn't affect her at all.

      As I walked into literature my eyes immediately searched for Zayn. He sat slummed on his seat with his friends around him creating a hell of noise but he was quiet. He looked tired and lost in thoughts. What else was he hiding?

I had walked in on his dad and sister scolding him for his involvement in drugs but that wasn't what caught my attention, he was the school's stereotypical bad boy, drugs is something that comes naturally with that reputation.

What puzzled me was the look on his face, he looked sad but relieved like his family knowing about his drug habits was the least of his problems.

What could be worse than drugs? Was he a criminal? That didn't make sense, his parents were mad rich.

Like he had sensed someone staring at him, Zayn turned his eyes to me and his face quickly  morphed into his signature smirk. I shook my head and walked to my seat.

I tried to concentrate in class but my mind kept drifting. I had already read the book to the end so I tried writing plays for our first game but also got distracted from that by Travis who started texting me despite all my warnings to stop texting me while I'm at school. I could have ignored him but I was bored so I continued replying him till the end of class.

      Practice was pretty hard, the game was in a week and we were playing against our biggest rivals. This was the first time we were playing them in the first round, we usually played them at finals. This was our chance to get rid of them early or be thrown out of the tournament.

'Formation people, formation'. Coach yelled.
'Poks, move your fat ass'.
'It's Pokello or Kello. Stop calling me a pork'. Pokello jeered.

Finally she flipped but coach just waved it off and asked her to get her head in the game. Frankly, she wasn't giving it her best today, she looked nervous and distracted and I knew it's that boyfriend she was hiding from me who was to blame for all these. If I lay hands on the motherfucker.

'Okay tigers! Wrap it up, I've had enough of your pheromones today. See you all tomorrow and please be punctual!'

We all ran into the changing room. Pokello was already pulling on her regular shirt when I got to my locker.

'Were you bitten by a hyper bug or something? You are usually the last one in here'. I said leaning on my locker to stare at her.

'I have to see someone. Meet me at the parking lot, yeah?'
'Okay'.
She smiled small before dashing off.