One Dance 2: Invincible

19.

Saturday and Sunday passed all too quickly, and when your alarm woke you up on Monday, you were less than happy.

You sluggishly put on some clothes, went through your morning routine, and walked out the door. Happy was waiting for you outside like usual.

It was really cold. It was only November but it had begun to snow harder outside and you knew the traffic would probably be bad.

You stuffed your arms into your jacket sleeves and walked out of your room. Well, more like sprinted. You were running late for your first day. Leave it to you to oversleep.

You remembered Peter's gift, sprinted back into your room, grabbed it, and ran out to Happy's car.

"Sor—," you cut off, getting your seatbelt stuck in the door. "Shi—sorry."

Happy gave you a funny look through the rear view mirror and said, "I won't tell your dad."

You cracked a smile and waited for him to pull out of the driveway.

You anxiously looked at the clock and tried to figure out if you were going to be late or if you were going to be able to squeeze yourself into your seat before the bell.

You practically jumped out of the car and ran towards your class.

Schedules had been posted online and you had Algebra 2 Honors first thing. Great way to start a Monday.

You arrived outside of your class just as the bell rang.

The teacher let you in and you apologized, telling her you'd 'gotten lost.'

When you walked in, the entire class slowly lifted their heads to look at you. Whispers broke out and their eyes shifted from you to the teacher to each other.

You felt your face heat up and you stared at the floor as you tried to get to an empty desk.

You wished Peter were here. Then again, it would probably be suspicious if you two were seen together right away.

The teacher tried to make a joke to lighten the mood but was clearly confused as well.

She went over the classroom rules and continued droning on until the bell rang. First class: terrible, but at least it was over. Maybe after a week or two people would stop looking at you like you were an alien.

The next class was AP American Lit, which should be better. Sam is in that class (her only AP class this year) and so is Ned.

You walked into class as soon as you got there so you could grab a back corner seat. When Ned walked over you waved him over, and Sam came over too.

"People are looking at me like I'm an alien and it's really not helping my anxiety."

Sam just laughed. "Well you're a pretty cool alien."

"One that apparently comes back to life," said Ned with a goofy grin.

"Well it wouldn't be necessary if a massive organization wasn't on my back," you huffed.

The bell rang and the rest of the class settled into their seats.

"Hi, everyone. My name is Mr. Kestner and I'm your AP American Lit teacher."

The teacher was standing at the front of the class and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he spoke.

"We will briefly touch on some non-American literature but everything read will be American. Which reminds me, does everyone have their textbooks?"

He began walking around and checking for students' textbooks. A few people's books were still coming in because of the late notice, but you had yours.