The Time I Spent Loving You

Chapter 3

She looked from me to Grace, and smirked. I simply smiled at her and said, "Hi." I knew she knew that Grace wasn't keen on her sitting next to us, and she seemed to have a smug expression as she waved back to me. The yoga matts weren't too close together, so it wasn't a big deal, or so I thought. Grace sat on the other side of me, myself in between her and Jenna.

Grace gave me a look, and I instantly understood that she wasn't happy.

    For the next period we stretched and learned the warm up stretches we would do each day for the rest of the year before class starts. Jenna looked smug the whole period, taking moments to look at me and smile. By the end of the class Grace was fuming, and Jenna wanted to talk to me.

    We were walking back to the locker rooms when Jenna pulled me aside and started catching up with me. Asking what classes I had and if I liked them, the usual first day back conversations. She told me she changed her number because she had gotten a new phone, and took my phone to put her new number in it. I smiled and responded politely, telling her if she needed me she could just call.

    We reached the locker room and I caught up with Grace who looked as if she had smoke coming from her ears. "What did she want," she turned to me with a irritated expression. I shrugged and told her she gave me her number, it wasn't that important. We got dressed back into our original clothes, and exited the locker room, leaving the cloud of perfume behind us.

    Our next class went by just as long and dreadful as French had, Pre-Calculus. Grace and I dozed off a few times, each of us taking turns to nudge the other awake. We were given a test to see where we were at academically, if we were really prepared for the class. Grace and I finished it earlier than everyone else, so for the majority of the period we sat there staring at our desks.

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Finally the bell rang, it was lunch now. We went to our "spot" on the bleachers, a secluded part of the school that not many people knew about. Our school was remodeled a few times, leaving a set of bleachers underneath a building. This was our spot. A few people went to the far corner in this secluded space of ours to smoke. Today it was empty, and Grace and I were the only ones there. Or so we thought.

    Grace and I were eating our lunches when we were startled by the deep voice belonging to Trevor. I jumped and squealed, and he laughed, as did Grace. He sat next to me and took out a small shiny rectangle. "You guys smoke," he asked, opening the small object to reveal it was a lighter, and took out a small container that smelled like a skunk. We both shook our heads and smiled. "How did you guys know about this place?"

"We discovered it in Freshman year," I muttered and looked up at him shyly. Grace nudged me, and I knew she was trying to tell me to chill out. She did this when I looked anxious, reminding me that she was still here with me. I looked over to her and she grabbed her phone from her bag and placed her earbuds in her ears. She was trying to give him and I privacy.

"Oh I heard it was a good spot to smoke from a few guys in my last period," as he said this he was rolling what seemed like a tiny burrito, full of the stinky substance that he pulled out before. I shrugged and looked away. I didn't know exactly what he was doing but I knew well enough that he was going to smoke something. People made fun of me for being so dense about these things, I was the only person who didn't know anything about it. I just don't smoke, it doesn't interest me, neither does getting lung cancer for that matter. From what I know, smoking is bad. I glanced back at him and blushed when he lit the object in his hand, asking if I wanted to take a hit.

"No thanks," I said shyly, looking down once more. He started smoking the thing he held, and I stared at it, unsure of what it was. He looked down at me, and I just noticed how he was significantly taller than me. He looked down at me and smiled, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. I didn't know what he was smoking, but for some reason it transfixed me. I liked seeing the smoke leave his mouth, it somehow calmed me. He kept his eyes on me as he smoked, noticing I was watching. I blushed, embarrassed that he caught me, but I couldn't look away. Before I could catch myself I whispered, "What's that?" He chuckled and looked at me like I just told a funny joke, but I looked back up at him genuinely curious.

"Oh, it's weed. A blunt, do you really not know what it is?" I blushed and looked down once more, and I shook my head. I hadn't heard about that, I didn't hang around people who smoked or did anything against the rules. "Oh so you're a goody-goody huh," he smirked and teased me.

"No, I just don't smoke," I chuckle and run a hand through my hair nervously. By this time, Grace has removed her earbuds and nudged me once more. The smell of the "weed" was putrid, it was giving me a headache. As much as I liked watching the smoke come out of his mouth, it was overwhelming me. Obviously Grace felt the same, when I looked at her she made a face.

He shrugged, and Grace started to pack her things back into her bag.

"Well, you should put that out and spray yourself with something because lunch is almost over," Grace told him as she lifted her shirt over her nose. The smell must have bothered her more than me, she looked like she couldn't bear it any longer. It was strong and pungent but I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay with Trevor. And then the bell rang.

A second after the bell rang he finished his "blunt", telling us that he would be a few minutes late. We shrugged and told him goodbye. It was the first day back, and it didn't seem like he cared that he was going to be late on his first day. He didn't care at all.