The Project •On Hold•

👽Chapter Three👽

Megan stood outside her locker, her arms full of books. She tried to put them in her book bag, but a jock pushed her, knocking her into the floor. Megan looked up. The boy, Maxwell Braggs, smirked at her.

"Oh no," His girlfriend, Linda Parks, said in fake pity. "Looks like little Megan tripped again."

Megan held back tears and tried to ignore them.

"Back off," A boy's voice growled. Megan turned her head to see who it was. Her eyes widened. A tall, muscular dude with black hair and blue eyes. It was Conner Kent! AKA, her crush! He was a total jock, a quarterback for the school's football team.

"Really, Kent?" Braggs said. "You're going to stand up for this loser?"

"Yes, I am. And she's not a loser. Piss off."

"Fine," Linda pouted, and the duo walked away.

"Thanks," Megan said, blushing.

"No problem." He started to walk towards the English classroom, where Megan was heading.

Conner looked back, his brows furrowed. "Are you following me?"

"No. I'm going to English."

"Me too. I guess we might as well walk together."

Megan's heart was fluttering and there were butterflies in her stomach. Not only had she had her butt saved by her crush, she also talked to him and was walking with him to class!

They duo walked into class. "Take a seat, please," Ms. Merriwether said. The twenty four year old was the nicest teacher in the school, and everyone liked her. Megan and Conner ended up in seats next to each other.
"So class," Ms. Merriwether started. "You probably noticed that we have a new student, Ms. Artemis Crock." Megan had actually not noticed.

She looked around and noticed a girl in a black shirt with the words "Me? Sarcastic? Never." and baggy jeans. A pair of arm crutches leaned against the desk. Megan wondered why she needed them. Then she noticed that the girl's left foot was twisted to the side, facing out, away from her body. Megan got the feeling that it wasn't a chosen position. Megan couldn't help but wonder what happened to make her leg do that.

"Artemis, is there anything that you would like to share with the class? Where you're from, how you ended up here, maybe a fun fact?"

Artemis rolled her eyes. "I'm from Gotham, New Jersey. I moved here because I had no choice once my mom made up her mind. I think I've seen more sun since I moved her a couple weeks ago than I have my whole life."

"Thank you, Artemis! Let's give her a Happy Harbor welcome, class!" There was scattered, halfhearted clapping. Merriweather continued on. "In order for you all to get to know each other better, I'm assigning you all groups to do a report about your own families, and how they compare to the others in your group. I want you all to compare your experiences, cultures, lifestyles, religions, etc. You will each write a three page, double spaced paper in twelve point Times New Roman, preferably in MLA format. When I'm done listing your names, I want you to go to the classroom I assign you to."

There were multiple groans, which the teacher ignored. "Now, I'll assign groups. Listen closely. She listed the first two groups, while the class- Megan included- only half-listened. "Ok, guys! Group three is: Artemis Crock, Raquel Ervin, Richard Grayson, Conner Kent, Megan Morse..." Megan internally gasped. "Kaldur'ahm Waters, Wally West, and Zatanna Zatara. You're in room 308 guys."

As all the names hit her, the gasp turned into a groan. Raquel, Richard, and Wally weren't very nice to her at all. She did not want to be paired with them. But, oh well. If she was with Connor, she might be able to stand it. Just for the length of the assignment. Who knows? Maybe she and Connor would fall madly in love, like in the hallmark movies!

She snapped out of her daydream as chairs squeaked and shows stomped. She grabbed her bag, sliding it over her shoulder as she fell in step with Connor. The eight teens headed to the classroom room, none too pleased about the new arrangement.