binded

grace ; the cerebellum

The first few days of school go by and it is Thursday, one of the two block days. Every Wednesday, students attend their even class periods and on Thursdays, it is odd (2,4,6,8 and 1,3,5,7). Luckily for me, I have third period for an hour and a half.

Also known as, an hour and a half with Zane. Something that will be a blend of heaven and hell. The feeling that he gives me is one that I cannot stand, it is sickening. His smile enough makes me want to projectile vomit and his laugh is somewhat infectious.

I take my usual seat beside Zane, not daring to look him in the eyes. The bell sings through the speakers as everyone transfers towards their assigned seats. My hair is down, brushing against my shoulders as Mrs. Murray pulls down the projector screen and presents the first slide of our notes for the day.

As I write down every fragment information, Zane tries to make conversation with me and I completely zone him out. I'm still irritated with Juliet and how she could just fall for Axel that quickly! They barely even know each other. After awhile of Zane constantly poking my arm and cheek, I practically lose my mind and snap to face him.

"Can you sit still and stop harassing me for three seconds!" I whisper, my eyebrows furrowed and a frown on my face.

"One." he says quietly as I continue to take notes, "two, three."

He pokes me again and I feel like I am going to explode. However, I resort to simply taking deep breaths in and out to control my bubbling anger.

Thirty minutes pass and we are given a group project. With 40 kids in the class, we are divided into two groups where each duo has to construct a report on a certain part of the brain. Zane and I have been assigned the cerebellum. I pull out my laptop and glance towards him.

"Aren't you going to do any work?" I raise an eyebrow, making a document for our research.

Zane lifts his shoulders up, then drops them back down. I scowl and roll my eyes. He is so irritating that I just want to punch him in his gorgeous face. His cute cheeks...sweet voice...no. There is no humanly way that I am allowing myself to believe that he is anything but an insensitive asshole.

The hornets in my stomach return and I groan, "Well, I shared a document with you...get on it whenever you want."

"This isn't even due until next week." he laughs, crossing his arms, "Just chill. We'll get it done."

"We?" I say in shock, "Or I? Because it seems like you aren't very dedicated to school by the way you don't take notes."

"I left my notebook at home."

"Likely story."

Zane's lips tug up into a cocky grin, "Then how did I get placed into an AP class?"

I am left stunned and my mind suddenly draws a blank. How did he get placed into an AP class? Maybe it was an accident, his counselor could've assigned him to be in the wrong class.

Or he could actually be a good student. It seems unlikely, but I've also only judged him based purely off his appearance.

My pride begins to die as rapidly as my hatred for him, maybe he isn't the devil himself? What if Zane is a good guy?

"Whatever." I shake my head, looking towards my computer screen, "When will you be free to work on this after school?"

"I'm free today if you are." he answers, "But maybe we can just...hang out?"

No. I feel like I could scream in his face, repeating how I could never be seen with him. What does he not understand? Sure, maybe he isn't a complete slacker, but that doesn't make him a good person.

"I'll show you how I live life the fun way." Zane suggests, "Just for one night, and then you can return to your prissy self."

"If it will shut you up, then I will." I finally say, "One night only."