Learning to Live (on hold)

Chapter 4

Hey guys! As promised I'm updating today. Sorry this chapter is kinda short, but continue to vote and give feedback for more. Thanks! Oh, and here's a pic of Jason. He's played by Logan Lerman.

Recap:

"and what better way to do this than to do some presentations. You will ask the person beside you some questions, and you guys will each present a presentation about each other to the whole class at the end of the month, so that we can all know more about one another. Isn't this a great idea! Plus there's no better way to get to know the person you're going to be sitting next to PERMANENTLY for the rest of the semester than this!".
'Oh no, this day just got worse pretty fast.' , I thought as I hit my head on the desk.

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"Ok, so everyone I'll give you a quick overview of what we'll be doing today. I'll go through the course outline, talk about the course, you guys can ask me any questions, and then you can start working on your projects. On this project you will be evaluated on creativity of your presentation and your oral skills, and how well you've gotten to know your partner. Each person will write an essay about their partner, and on the day of the presentations, you will read the what your partner thinks of you. This will allow us to see if you guys really did get to know each other." Mr. Tim continues to ramble on for about 50 minutes, leaving us with 25 minutes left to talk to our partners. I look over at Xavier and see that he has his earbuds in and head down on the table, with his eyes closed. I bet you he didn't even hear a word Mr.Tim just said. Why do people come to an academic class if they're just going to slack off, I mean what's the point? And worst of all, why my stupid class? Anyways, I don't really care. He seems like a jerk monkey anyway . Plus based on my previous experiences with curiosity, I should know by now that curiously killed the cat. I try to get his attention without touching him, but it doesn't work. He reminds me of a bear in hibernation, I swear. I eventually get frustrated with waving my arms around to get his attention, so I decide to poke him with a pencil. The second I do it though, I completely regret it. His head shoots up so fast, that I'm surprised he didn't get a whiplash.
"What the hell?!" He screams, "What's wrong with you?! Who pokes someone with a pencil?! Is there something wrong with your brain? Well obviously, because what 12th grader pokes someone with a freaking pencil?!".He starts cursing at me with words my mother would never, ever let me say. I can't just sit here and take this, who in the world does he think he is?!
"What's MY problem?! What's YOUR problem?! All I was trying to do was get your attention! And did you really have to swear so much?. It's not like it's gonna help get your point across.", I yell back.
"Well it's not my problem. You're just too immature to understand not to poke someone with a pencil, stupid" he shoots back, getting on my nerves. This idiot, he's not even taking me seriously!
"What?" I glare at him, "Did you just call me stupid?! If anyone here is stupid, it's YOU!".
"I'm the stupid one?! At least I don't poke people with a freaking pencil!"
"It was to get your freakin attention, now get over it!"
"Aw look at the shorty trying to be scary.", he laughed.
"You did not just go there! No one, and I mean NO ONE makes fun of my height", I say in the scariest possible voice I could muster, but it obviously doesn't work on this jerk here.
"Ohh, I'm soooo scared", he replies mockingly. I glare at him and he glares back starting a glaring contest between us. I can feel the eyes of everyone in the class, watching us to see who will break first, but all I know is that it's definitely not going to be me. Just his presence makes me annoyed, and the fact that I'm having a 'glaring contest' with this idiot right now, doesn't help at all. We both continue this little game of ours until the bell rings. We instantly look away from each other at the same time and I couldn't be more ecstatic. He storms out of the classroom like the grumpy bear that he is, and doesn't look back. I sigh and gather up my things, praying that my other classes would be better. I walk towards the door getting ready to exit the class, but just as I get to the door, I hear someone call my name from behind.
"Sandra!"