The Struggle with Love and Life

Boys and Biscuits

When the bell finally rang, students began to disperse like zombies to their jail-like destinations. Pretty much the whole school knew where they were going by now other than me. I still have my map and schedule in my hand. I have not yet perfected the art of directions. I kind of felt like a lost hobo asking for help and just getting ignored. Even Zoey can get to where she's going with ease.
The only class I know is my gym class. It's all the way in the back of the school and it's the class I have hated since middle school. When I was in elementary school, gym didn't seem like a physically exhausting class. It was like a second recess to everyone. I actually like being outdoors and getting some physical activity sometimes. I just don't like what we do in that class. But it slid by smoothly enough even though I really did not want to be there.
So in the high school that I'm in we have odd and even days. On even or odd days we have four classes, we go to the same first period every morning, so in total, we still have seven classes. Today is an even day so I go to my second period which is chorus. There are only girls because my class is an all-girls choir and I am assigned the part of alto. I enjoy my section and everybody is happy and welcoming, although, some people don't really want to be there so they are really annoying. I'll survive, though, I guess.
Then I have lunch with Zoey! I look forward to this my whole morning! When I got to the lunch room I saw Zoey at the table we have sat at since the beginning of the year. I waved, she didn't see me though, she was busy doing something with her biscuit. When I turned around to get my lunch I knocked into a guy who was about 6'4. He should have been intimidating because he was a giant looming over me, but he wasn't. I could feel his hazel eyes penetrating my soul.
"I'm so sorry. I should've been paying more attention to where I was going." I apologized to him trying to avoiding eye contact. I was so thankful his lunch didn't get all over me and stain my clothes.
"It's okay. You can knock into me anytime." He grinned a little bit then walked away. When I looked at Zoey she was staring like something shocked her but then she shook her head slightly and went back to her biscuit. I just stood there for a second shocked about what just happened and wondering what Zoey was thinking. Zoey was too far away to hear what he said plus the cafeteria was so loud you practically had to scream for the person right next to you to hear. When I got back to the table with my lunch Zoey was still hard at work with her biscuit. Without taking her eyes off her biscuit she asked me, "So what happened over there?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jackson, you were talking to Scott Jones!" She suddenly jolted her head up to look at me like a dog who heard a fresh treat bag open.
"Scott Jones? What's so important about him?"
"Are you serious right now?"
I nodded and blushed feeling confused and also a little naïve about not knowing who he is.
"He is one of the most popular guys in school!" She exclaimed with her big brown eyes bugging out of her skull.
"Oh. Well, he'll probably never talk to me again. He's probably making fun of me right now. I was kind of a fumbling fool back there." There was a long, awkward pause.
"By the way, what are you doing with that biscuit?" I inquired wrestling with her to sneak a peek.
"Just hold on a minute little miss impatient. Okay! Done!" She said a little bit too happily. Zoey turned the biscuit toward me so I could see what she did. When I saw what she had done to her biscuit I couldn't help but burst out laughing. She had spent all this time drawing a detailed smiley face on her biscuit. It had eyes, mouth, and nose but she gave it freckles, dimples, eyebrows and even hair. I just love her to death.