The Chatbox

8//Corny Jokes

Daphne's POV

I was walking down the school corridors, on my way to my room when someone suddenly bumped me causing all my books to fly.

"I'm so sorry -," I said, looking up at Zachary Wilder. I was almost done picking up my books when he grabbed the last one and stood up.

Wow, he's tall.

"No, I'm sorry umm," He apologized.

I know he doesn't know my name. I'm just a nobody walking around the school corridors.

I looked up and put a hair behind my ear. " It's umm, Daphne."

I stuck out my hand for him to shake but instead he just smiled at me.

"Well, see you around, Daphne."

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I was reading a book about a girl who had cancer and she met a boy who also had cancer. 'The Fault In Our Stars' right? Yeah it's a good book.

I was half way through the book when someone sat down beside me.

I kept reading and reading but at the side of my eye, I can see a little bit of his features.

He looks familiar.

"Hey Daph - Daphne right?" He greeted, scratching his head.

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'.

"What's your name?" He asked. He moved his chair a little closer to me.

He seems interesting. And mysterious.

And

Handsome.

"Daphne," I answered. I giggled as he shook his head and smiled.

Ooh, he has braces.

"No, I mean your real name," That line sounds familiar.

"You got that line from a book, right?" I smirked, holding the book closer to me.

He laughed, "Yes. Yes I did."

"Do you read it?" I asked getting more curious.

"Duh," He said.

I laughed at him. I positioned myself comfortably and rested my chin on the palm of my hand.

"So what is your full name?"

"Daphne Rose Hampton," I replied.

"Good Morning class," Mr. Roosevelt said, puttng his suitcase on his desk. He opened it and took out some papers.

Zachary quickly moved his chair away from me.

I ripped a little piece of paper on my notebook and scribbled, 'How about you? What's your full name?'

I threw it at him and he quickly noticed.

He smiled and looked at me, and bowed his head down, getting a pen from his pocket.

He scribbled something down on the paper. He threw it, well, not at me, at Mr. Roosevelt.

Mr. Roosevelt was talking about history and how America would be if World War II didn't happen.

The crumpled piece of paper flew and landed on the feet of Mr. Roosevelt.

He raised his eyebrows and bent down, picking the paper off the floor.

He read it, "Zachary Wilder?"

Zachary looked up and said,"Huh?" in confusion.

"Who is Zachary?" Mr. Roosevelt asked, holding up the crumpled pieve of paper.

"Uh, me, Sir," He murmured, raising his hand.

"Is this yours?" He asked.

He shook his head and pointed his finger at me.

"Me?" I mouthed back at him.

He nodded and smirked.

"You, miss?" Mr. Roosevelt asked,not very familiar of our names.

"Daphne, Daphne Hampton, Sir," I smiled. I tuck a hair behind my ear and tidied up my jeans.

"Miss Hampton and Mister Wilder, I will see you later. At detention," Mr. Roosevelt announced.

The bell rang as Mr. Roosevelt finished saying that.

The students rushed to put all their things in their bags. I, on the other hand, sat patiently on ny seat as I waited for Zachary to finish doing what he's doing.

"What're you waiting for?" He asked. He swung his bagpack over his shoulder and combed a hand through his brown, silky hair.

You, Zachary. You.

I think I kind of maybe zoned out, because Zachary shook my shoulder and was yelling my name.

"Huh?"

He lauhed.

Oh, how I loved the way he laughs.

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We laughed all the way to the cafeteria.

The cause you ask?

Zachary said a corny joke.

A very corny one.

"Knock knock," He smiled. He's trying to hold in his laughter.

I smiled back at him and shook my head,"No."

"You're supposed to say 'Who's there?' !" He pleaded.

I shook my head again, he mouthed 'please?' to me.

He gave those cute little puppy eyes, I, eventually, gave in.

I mean come on! Who can resist a cute guy doing puppy eyes?

"Okay, okay. Who's there?"

"Corn," He smirked.

"Corn who?"

"Nothing's fine I'm corn, I'm all out of faith!" He sang, rather badly.

"That's so corny," Then I realized what I just said.

I burst out in fits of laughter, he joined me too.

Zachary suddenly stopped dead on his tracks when he saw something.

No, scratch that, he saw someone.

That someone is facing the opposite direction, hence, I cannot identitify that someone.

"Who's that?" I nudged him but still, he stood there, speechless.

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