Impractically Practical

Chapter 3

Sasha's P.O.V

As I walk down the overly crowded hallways, full of laughing, chatting, and dawdling kids. I reach my next class, which is art foundations luckily for me. I love art, I really enjoy drawing, the look of something you create on paper that can be so mesmerizing, it's amazing you even did that. The thought of being able to sketch your mind on paper, in the most elegant way. That's what drawing is to me, and I couldn't have chose a better class to apply for.

I swing open the large wooden doors, and hope that this is the class, that will make first period worth it.

• • •
Soon enough it's lunch time, which I've actually quite dreaded, this entire day. Mainly because i hadn't made any friends to sit with or anything like that. So, I just planned on eating in the library alone.

Sad? Yeah I know, but I can be such an introvert in some ways. I don't like all that much attention most of the time, especially at school. I'd rather just focus on my grades and be left alone anyways.

I entered the cafeteria doors. Some people stared, probably wondering who the girl they've never seen before, me, was. The perks of being the new girl. Love that.

I make my way to the end of the lunch line that is nearly to the end of the cafeteria. Great. It takes literally so long to get my lunch, however when I do, I'm amazed. The school had many lunch options, from spicy chicken salad, to grilled turkey sandwiches, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, pasta, and much more. I settled on the spicy chicken salad, seeing as I was in the mood for something light. I grabbed a water out of the cooler and payed at the lunch cashier.

I walked out of the lunch room, making my way to the cafeteria doors, when someone grabbed my arm.

It was the boy from first period, Tristan. He smirked as I blushed, and ripped my arm from his grasp.

"That desperate to get away? You're a first." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and began to continue walking away, when he stopped in front of me again.

"Wait!" He stepped forward. I raised my right eyebrow. "You should come eat lunch at my table with me and my friends." He offered, gesturing to a table full of people who looked way too popular to even allow me to even look at them.

I contemplated the offer for a bit. Why does he want me to sit with him and his popular clique? I hardly even know him, all I know is that he's an egotistical sexual assaulter, who I'm forced to work on a stupid math project with.

"Why do you even want me to sit at your table? We hardly know each other." I counter.

He sighs and looks at me with his beautiful light green eyes.

"That's the thing. We should get to know each other, we do work together for the math project  don't we?" He stuck out his bottom lip in the most adorable pouty way.

I sighed and he grinned. I started to follow him to his table, as we arrive there everyone stares at me. I get the sharpest glare from a pretty brunette with blonde highlights, who was just recently picking at her nails.

I stand awkwardly as Tristan clears his throat. He gestures toward me.

"Guys this is.." He looks towards me, an eyebrow raised.

"Tiffany." I answer in the most monotone voice I can manage.

He snickers. "Sorry, yeah this is Tiffany, and she's gonna sit with us for today. Got it? Got it? Great." He says as nobody obliges.

I finally have a seat at an empty chair near a cute curly-haired blonde boy with glasses. He grins at me, as I sit down.

The same brunette with highlights moves to sit on Tristan's lap, and instantly they lock lips, making out right at the table. Everyone else goes on chatting, and eating their lunch as if this is the norm. Why did I agree to sit here?

Evan turns to me, "Tiffany right?" He asks with a bright smile. I nod and smile back. Blushing just the slightest.

"Aren't you in my art class?" He picks at a fry on his plate. Whilst turning his head to me.

I don't remember much from art, but I think I do remember this Evan guy, so I just say yes for now. "Yeah I think so." I chuckle, lightly. His face lights up.

"I'd never forget your pretty face." He replies, looking into me eyes. Wow we've got another player. I can tell this guy gets a lot of girls with that exact phrase.

I nervously chuckle. The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, thankfully for me. I hurry out of my seat and out the cafeteria doors, as quickly as I can manage. Never sitting at that table again. Why would he even invite me there if he had a girlfriend that he would just make out with the entire time?

I hurry to my last class, before my free period. The class, history. When I enter the room, the teacher looks at me and smiles. He's a tall man, with glasses and a handsome face. The name Mr. Griffins is written on the whiteboard behind him.

Kids start to hustle in the room, as I wait for the class to start. Lastly, a final kid enters the room.

It's that same green-eyed boy, who's been bothering me all day. He meets my eye and smirks, coming to sit in the empty seat right next to me.

"Hey bestie." He jokes and snickers. I try to hide my smile, and roll my eyes.

• • •

Throughout the entire class Tristan kept making inappropriate and dirty remarks at me, trying to piss me off. What a freaking asshole.

Nearing the end of class he turns to me yet again.

"So are we going to your house after school or..?" He questions, throwing a pencil in the air, and catching it repeatedly.

I shrug, and he grins. "I'll take this as a yes, what's your address? I'll be there at 4." He smirks.

I give him my address, and he gives me a thumbs up, before he walks out of the room.

I shout down the hallway, "don't forget to get some of the supplies!" As he walks down the hall, he just smiles and nods before disappearing into the crowd of kids.

After school is gonna be..just great.

• • •

I arrive home, to the empty house. My mom must be at work. I go up to my room and close the door behind me.

I strip down my clothes and, hop into the shower. Washing off all my stress from school today, through the burning hot water.

Not even 10 minutes into my shower, the doorbell rings. It stops for a second before it rings again. And again. And again. And again. Why does there have to be someone at the door whilst I'm in the shower? I groan, and step out, wrapping my white towel around my body, before heading downstairs to open the door.

I look through the peephole, to see that it's Tristan ringing the doorbell over and over like a complete idiot. I groan and answer the door with a scowl.

His eyes meet my towel-clad body, and they widen. "What a nice entrance." He smirks, eyes traveling down my body.

I feel like this chapter is much better than the others, enjoy though. I'll keep updating the book more consistently for the tiny amount of people who actually care about it. nwn.