Locker 2812 (Danny Edge Fanfiction)

6. I Make Him Happy❗

As me and Lucy walked to our next classes. We were silent. For a while. We just gave each other looks, and we were trying to hold back giggles. I just wanted to run back to Danny and kiss him officially. After a while of walking, we both eventually gave in and screamed with excitement.

"OH MY GOD MARTHA YOU JUST KISSED DANNY!!!!" She spoke with intense force.

"I KNOW OH MY GOSH. But I didn't really because you dragged me away!" I said, giving her a friendly, evil glare.

"I'm sorry, I just want your first kiss to be special. Because mine and Paul's wasn't." She said with a frown.

"How come?" I said.

"Well, please don't tell anyone I told you this, only Paul knows. Well, the first time he kissed me was after I got beaten up by my dad. That's why iv got this bug scare on the back of my shoulder, and I don't want you to have your first kiss in a sweaty music room". She said, removing her jacket.

I wasn't very good with words. Or advice, so I just reassured her with , "oh I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone I promise". She replied with a quick "Thanks".

We arrived at our lessons, fortunately they were only across the hall from each other so we didn't have far to walk, but she still insisted on waiting for me for lunch. We gave each other a hug goodbye, and walked into our classes. By this time I got really nervous so I quickly and quietly walked up to the teacher, making myself as invisible as possible. I said to the teacher:

"Um sir, I'm new here. Where do I have to sit?"

"Ahh! Hello dear. What's your name?" He answered.

"Molly, but call me Martha please." I quickly replied.

"Ok Martha, I'm Mr Fereday. Welcome to chemistry class". He said with a jolly laugh.

He looked really weird. He looked like jack frost. He wore a waistcoat with a dickie bow matching it, then over the top he wore a dirty lab coat that has this black substance on it that looked like it was off some sort of explosion. His hair was so funny. It was longish and grey, but he gelled all of it upwards so they looked like spikes. I giggled a little bit; and he carried a stick around with him. It was like a Nanny McPhee stick. And whenever he wanted to get the students attention he used to wack it off the table and make everybody jump out of their witts. He continued with: