Avonlea High

Chapter 3

Anne
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DECIDED TO CHANGE THEIR MINDS AND MAKE US WEAR UNIFORMS THREE DAYS INTO CLASSES STARTING!" I growled pulling up the socks I was now required to wear.
"I quite like them," Ruby smiled.
"Of course you do Ruby," Jane mocked.
"What?" The clueless blonde looked at us.
"Nothing!" We all said in unison giggling.
Ruby left in her uniform with Josie and Jane. It left Diana and I in the locker room. Diana looked ravishing in the blue plaid skirt and white blouse she chose today. I turned my skirt around zipping it up annoyed. Luckily I got to choose a black and green skirt.
"I hate this," I grumbled.
"At least they have given us some choices in the colors," Diana smiled hopefully.
I smiled sighing. I still was going to hate it no matter what anyone said.
"Let's just get to Biology Di," I said slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
We managed to get out to locker room doors. I stepped out with one headphone in my ear. The other hanging down. I turned on one of my slower playlists on Spotify. It was ironically called Sad Songs. But they honestly made me happier. Calmed me.
I began walking when my headphones shifted slightly. I looked down seeing the other earbud gone. I followed the cord seeing it now in the ear of Gilbert Blythe. I looked up to him as the sad song played.
"What do you think you're doing?" I laughed nervously.
"Listening to your music?" Gilbert shrugged. "We're headed to Bio."
I just nodded and walked with him nearly attached to my hip. I constantly looked over to him. The boys all look nice in their uniforms. Especially Gilbert. It was tailored perfectly to every angle of him. We stopped by our lockers together. I grabbed mine first before stopping my his. I watched as his hands held the textbook. The veins and bones of his hands flexed as they gripped the textbook. I curled my lips in as the song shifted to a new one. Brave by Riley Pierce. He stopped when he heard it. Like he recognized it. Or really resonated with the lyrics. I know I did.
The first bell rang. We had to get to Bio class. I began walking, he stayed in step to keep listening to the music. Then the chorus came on.

I'm trying, I'm trying to be brave

And without warning I was pulled into a room. It was by the one and only Gilbert Blythe. I tore my headphone out.
"What the hell! We have-"
I was cut off by his hand lacing with mine. I looked down at them and back up to his harrowing eyes. What in the world was happening.
"Class," I whispered.
"Sit with me?" he asked.
I hesitated. He was anxious. I didn't want to say no. I did want to sit with him. He'd walked with me to and fro school for the last three days. He's been my friend. I was just confused on why his hand was with mine.
"Only because you might have questions I could answer," I said playfully teasing him.
"I bet I will."
I lifted our hands up to our eyes.
"But this, not in class."
"Okay, not in class. But out of class?"
I just smiled. He winked as he reluctantly let go of my hand. We went into bio getting to an open lab table. Two chairs per table. I sat down pulling out my notebook. He did the same. I took in a large breath shuddering the air out.
My heart was pounding the whole class period. What the hell was going on. I know Diana said I should admit the way I felt towards Gilbert. But how could I when I couldn't even comprehend it. I was overwhelmed with how I felt. Even when it was just his hand laced in mine. Or him twisting my hair between his fingers.
Before I knew it bio was over and I didn't write down a single note. I looked to Gilbert who had three pages of notes. I had just written down the title. I sighed looking to Gilbert.
"Could I possibly look at your notes after school?" I asked.
He smiled lightly up to me. "Of course, it seems you were lost in a daydream today."
"Something like that."
"Wanna come over to my place? To copy my notes?" he asked scratching the back of his neck.
He was nervous. Why was he the nervous one. I was the one with my heart about to jump out of my chest. Over the years I've recognized small things like that. Similar to when he was anxious about a test his left knee would bounce incredibly fast. Or he would pick at his nails when he knew bad news was coming. His eyebrows would furrow immensely when he was confused and right before he was angry.
"I'll ask Marilla. But I should be able to, for school purposes."
He nodded with a near giddy smile. I pulled out my phone and messaged Marilla.