Just My Sometimes Stupid Luck

Chapter 5 : Classes : Part 1

Chapter 5 : Classes:  Part 1

Ricky’s P.O.V.

I don’t get it. I thought she loved me back.

I am such an idiot. Why did I say that? I know she’s still mad at me, but I just can’t help it! I do love her. I know I made a mistake. . Or rather, 3 mistakes, but my love for her is still true.

I run my hands through my black hair. I guess I’ll just have to prove that I love her. . She’ll see, I’ll show her just how strongly I feel.

Aireal’s P.O.V.

I keep running until I find a large oak tree. The branches are just low enough for someone to climb, so that’s what I do. I climb up the tree, low enough that I wouldn’t get majorly hurt if I fall, high enough that people that might walk by wouldn’t see me.

I sigh and lean up against the tree trunk, wiping a few tears from my cheek.  Just don’t think about him. Think about classes. Think about your new friends. Think about lunch. Just don’t think about him.

Class. . I’m going to be late! Crap. I climb down from the tree and pull out my phone to check the time. It’s 9:15, so I missed homeroom, but I can still make it to my first class. I pull my schedule out of my bag and see that I have Algebra 2, Mr. Layburn. . Where’s the room number? I flip the schedule over and over. What kind of schedule doesn’t have the room number?! I sigh, at least I have the excuse of ‘I got lost.’

I tug at my bracelets and start walking in the direction I came from. I might as well back track and see where that gets me.

I make it back to the mess hall and spot an older man.

“Uhm. . Hey Mister!” I yell, walking closer to him now.

He spins around and his eyes widen a fraction of an inch before scowling at me. “My name is Mr. Stenip, not Mister. You’re a student, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Alright, sorry Mr. Stenip,” I pull out my schedule and hand it to him. “I’m a little lost. I don’t know where any of my classes are. I’ve been wondering around trying to find someone to help me for the past half hour.” I lie smoothly. Ehh, more like 5 minutes, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“Ahh, Ms. Robbins, one of our newest transfer students.” He says in a matter-of-factly tone. “Right this way.” He starts walking off and I trail after him. A few minutes later, he knocks on a door that says “Mr. Layburn MATH” above it.

“Come in!” A muffled voice says.

Mr. Stenip pushes open the door and walks in. I take a deep breath and walk through the door as well.

“You must me Ms. Aireal. Come in, take a seat anywhere you’d like.” Mr. Layburn states cheerfully, his brown eyes sparkling. He must be one of the nicer teachers.

As I walk back to an empty desk, which just so happens to be beside Natie, the boys all start to wolf whistle at me. I roll my eyes, boys. I smile at Natie, who returns it with an even bigger smile.

“You came on the right day, Aireal. We are just going over some equations we’ve been learning,” He hands me a worksheet. “If you need help, just ask Natie.”

“Okay.” I glance down at the work sheet. This stuff is easy. We learned this last year. I start filling in the answers and before I know It, I’m done. I turn to face Natie, who is working on the last three problems. “What do I do when I’m done?”

“You’re finished already?” She asks incredulously.

“Yupp.” I pop the last ‘p’.

“Take it up to Mr. Layburn.” She smiles, then returns her attention back to the last problems.