Endless love (Discontinued)

Chapter 4: The group-project

Betty's POV

Have you ever directly stared at the sun? The burning feeling that you get in your eyes, the light and warm atmosphere. The difference between uncomfortable and comfortable, warm and cold, burning and desire.
That's the way I felt looking at this guy who talked to me, out of nowhere. No one ever talked to me besides Archie and Veronica. Even they did this only if they were bored or my mother pushed them to meet up with me. I never had real friends, no one seemed to care about me. The only things that mattered were my grades and my looks.
I tightened my ponytail and looked at the boy who called himself Sweetpea, a feeling of loneliness spreading inside my body, tightening my lungs so I couldn't breath for a second. Who was he and what did he want from me?

After a few moments he got out of my sight, letting me breath again. I felt like I was completely paralyzed in his presence. The bell rang again and I hurried to get to class on time. Coming into the room I recognized immediately that all the serpents I was looking at earlier were sitting in my literature class. "Of course," I sighed. During the class I couldn't help but think about this boy who had talked to me before school started. He was weird and I was confused. Why would someone even bother to look at me, let alone speak to me.

When someone knocked on the door I was finally concentrating again on what we were doing. "Come in," the teacher said and then someone came in. It was the boy. His clothes were dark and he was wearing really tight jeans and a shirt that was so wrecked that you could easily recognize his abs. I know I was staring at him but he looked so handsome standing there in all of his bad boy atmosphere, running his hands through his hair and talking to Ms Oldbag.

"You may sit down next to Moose. Don't be late again or it will have consequences." The teacher said, pulling me out of my thoughts again. He rolled his eyes at the teacher and sat down. I focused on him for second and our eyes met. It was like the world was frozen. He raised his eyebrow at me, looking annoyed and I turned my head back to Ms Oldbag who was explaining something about the life of Shakespeare.

Five minutes before the class was supposed to end, our teacher raised his voice again, after we had been working silently.

"You all know there is a big task I have to give you each semester and your next one is due to November 25th. It will be a group project with groups of 3-4 and one group of two. You have to create a collage of your partner and yourself. In the middle the traits and interests you share and outside your differences. Make sure to be prepared very well because it will be 50% of your grade."

I was happy with this task and I was already thinking about who I might pair up with as Ms Goldbag started to talk again.

"I know everyone has their perfect partner in mind but due to the new students I decided to pair you up.
Veronica with Kevin, Fangs and Stefan.
Ariana with Cheryl, Toni and Jughead..."

Her speech continued but she hadn't mentioned my name yet.

"Betty with Sweetpea. You will be the group of two. Now use the last minutes to make a plan for the next weeks."

I was shocked, scared and paralyzed. My thoughts were running wild again.

Someone you don't know. He will do everything to hurt you. He hates you like everyone does. You should not work with Serpents, they are bad people. Be good. Be perfect.

"I guess it's just us then." Someone suddenly stood behind me and I knew it was him.

"Yes I - ... I ... guess"

I stuttered being aware of every insult that he could say.

But he just looked at me and I was not able to identify his mood.

"So? When do we meet up?" I asked, trying to sound as brave as possible.

He raised his eyebrow again and rolled with his eyes. His bad mood of talking to the teacher was showing a little bit.

"I don't care honestly. My grades don't really matter to me."

I was shocked. I've never heard that sentence and I never dared to think about school this way.

"But it's half of our grade? Don't you want to graduate?"

My voice sounded like a pitchy chipmunk. He laughed and I got chills because it was dark and deep.

"I'm glad if I survive until I'm 18. Why should I care? But I'm bored so I guess we could work on this sometime. Just don't think I will be doing much. You're a stupid northsider and I'm not really interested in knowing you."

His words hit hard. I know he was telling the truth because his voice sounded clear and rough. I tried not to seem upset but it was obviously hurting my feelings.

Why was I so hurt because of what he said? I didn't even know him.