Status: In a Relationship

Chapter Five

"Oh my god, you guys..." Rosie said, walking into Science. 

    "What?" Charice asked, reading the Science textbook. 

    "Pete Hennington moved into my street..." Rosie said, sitting down. 

    "Are you for real?" Ellie asked, looking at Rosie. 

    "Oh my god," Trip groaned. 

    "What?" Neal asked, writing something in his book and finally took his eyes of the board and they darted to Trip's face. 

    "This is like finding out that Santa doesn't exist," Trip said, putting his face in his hands. 

    "How and why?" Neal asked in a are-you-for-real tone. 

    "Because," his hand had dropped from his face, "these girls," -pointing at us- "all seemed to be revolved around those pricks." 

    "EX-cuse me?" Ellie said, emphasizing the 'ex'. 

    "What?" Trip asked, looking at Ellie.  

    "Trip," Ellie stood up and was out of her chair. She pushed her chair and stood behind it. "I don't care what your problem is with the Goons. But don't you DARE. THINK! That I would be associated with them. I dated Lucas before I even knew you!" Ellie gave Trip the neck roll.  

    "So...whatever it is, that you got going on," -she was motioning Trip's whole body with her hand- "I don't care. BUT! You better change your attitude boy or you will be having my footprint right across yo' backside!"  

    My lips formed a tight line. It was to keep me from laughing. I loved when Ellie was threatening people, it's like your own personal entertainment and all you needed was some popcorn. 

    I saw Trip retreat a little in his seat. He then turned around to face the teacher who was getting our equipment for our experiment. That's when I felt a presence cast over me like clouds on a rainy day. I turned to see my favourite white gelled hair and blue eyes.  

    "You ready partner?" He said coolly. He leaned against the desk that I was leaning on.  

    "Mmhm..." I nodded. I already felt my heart pull towards him. I was trying hard to hide the gravitational pull by smiling at him. I loved being in his presence. In a way...his presence sort of calls out to me. Like its itching me to be with him more. I guess that's what people mean when someone is sending you wrong 'signals'. 

    Mr. Range went through everything about the experiment and how we had to wear our protective eyewear and lab coats. Once he dismissed us, conversations erupted as everyone was collecting their equipment. Him and I walked over to a bench and placed our equipment on it. We shifted into our lab coats, which makes me feel like a little kid who plays dress up with their parents' clothes because there is only one size when it came to lab coats and this one was already hanging off my hand, and placed on our googles.  

    Him and I were silent while we set up our experiment. I was trying to place the correct measurements in a test tube when He decided to break the silence.  

    "I never got a chance to really talk to you..." He began, I could feel him hovering around me. 

    "Well...that's because your always surrounded by people and you never make time for me," I said, realizing I sounded like a demanding girlfriend. What the hell is wrong with me? I straightened from my position that I was in and looked at Andrew. 

    His eyebrow was raised and he was leaning against the bench. My mouth opened but nothing came out. I felt like I was a gapping fish out of water.