Blue

Chapter 11

It's Friday and I'm in Biology watching a documentary on beavers. Ingram's choice.

It shows everything one would need to know about the mammal. Including anatomy lessons, scenes about birth, and just random clips of beavers swimming down streams. And I do have to admit that it is super cute.

On my way to Study Hall, I'm stopped by Fernando who's taken the time to notice the bear keychain he gave me that's hanging off my backpack. He tells me how he's excited about the birth scene video that they're showing in Health, which instantly draws me away from him.

I'm wearing the Long Sand Beach shirt that I managed to find, and hell yeah Ashe is gasping again once she realizes that her flesh has touched my clothing. Lending her my clothes was way worth it to see her reaction. When I get to my desk, the boys are playing Go Fish again. Jesse has given up with trying to teach Nate some different card games so they settled with this. Instead of sitting down, I lay my backpack on the chair before making my way to the other side of the room where there was a shelf filled with textbooks. I slid out a dusty Algebra 2 book and sifted through it before returning to my seat. Crazy ass Ms. Bane and her one hundred problems assignment.

"Look at you actually doing work in Study Hall," Jesse joked when he saw me with the textbook. He used one hand to push his hair back, his other occupied with a deck of cards while Nate concentrated - way too intensely - on what to do next. He pursed his lips in frustration, his dimples indenting on his cheeks in an adorable manner.

"Got any kings?" He smirked.

Jesse sighed and laid down three cards on the stack in front.

I shook my head and opened up the textbook, flipping to the page I needed to start on my homework.

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I got to the lunch table and set my things down, taking in my surroundings. I'm in the middle of Venice and Gale, who are both fidgeting with their phones. Farrell is next to America, who is absentmindedly nibbling on a piece of lettuce from Jack's home-made salad. Everyone seems to be in their own world, focused on their own thing. Damn, we really are like the Cullen table. I wonder who our Bella is.

Venice eventually puts her phone down and starts yelling at Jack, who 'accidentally' deleted a file in the school's computer that contained all the information for the senior prom. Everyone's ears perk up as Jack starts yelling back, and now it's all just one big mess.

"IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO TYPE OUT EVERY STUDENT'S NAME WHO PREORDERED THEIR TICKETS. NOW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? WE CAN'T JUST REFUND THEM WITHOUT ANY NAMES!" She threw her hands in the air and Jack flinched back as if he thought she would hit him.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY, ALRIGHT! BESIDES, WE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS IN THE OFFICE, LET'S NOT BRING IT HERE WHERE EVERYONE CAN-"

"Did you just say he deleted the preorder ticket list?" A tall girl asked Venice, approaching us. I recognize her as being one of those preppy cheerleaders who decide to roam campus every once in a while in their cheer uniforms.

"Mhm," she scoffed, squeezing her juice box. She threw it behind her shoulder out of anger, the thing flying over two tables and landing inside a trash can. Everyone was clapping at the skilled shot but she didn't seem to notice, slinging her backpack over one shoulder and grabbing Jack's arm instead.

"Wh-where are we going, Canada?"

"One, I told you not to fucking call me that. Two, to the office to get this sorted out. Again." They pushed through a crowd of people and then out the door.

"Well, that was quite a show," Gale said as he scooted closer to America to grab a bite from Jack's salad.

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