As I walked into the room I hated আরো than life itself one thing was evident. He was staring at me again. I plastered a smile on my face and pretended not to care. “How are আপনি today?” Mrs. Gilmore asked.
“I’ve been better.” I stated.
“What’s wrong? Did আপনি not have a good weekend?”
“No just was too short.” I looked over to see him smirking at his desk. I wanted to go over to it and wipe the grin from his face but my mom’s words rung in my head loud and clear. “Ashley it’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to even think rotten things of him, but it’s not okay to act out your feelings.” আপনি see my mom had me going to consoling ever since my parents’ divorce years ago. It’s been ten years but yet the dreams still came every night, and no matter how hard আপনি fight sleep আপনি can’t win. আপনি have to sleep at some point. I turned ever so slightly to Johnny’s desk.
“How was your weekend?” He looked shocked at first.
“Good.” He smiled, “never been better.”
“Well that’s good. My weekend went well too.”
“Oh really?” He challenged. “Do anything fun?”
“Yeah actually met this guy named Thomas, he’s great. We started talking yesterday after he got off work and he’s really nice. He’s decided to take me on a তারিখ Friday.”
“Friday? Isn’t that a little early?” He slipped up.
“A little early for what?” I smirked.
“Nothing. I don’t believe আপনি anyway.” I quickly pulled out my phone and scrolled through my pictures and pulled up a picture of a guy I’d been talking to months পূর্বে before me and Johnny had started dating. I showed him the picture and smiled as he stared at it.
“Jealous?” I asked as the ঘণ্টা rang not even waiting for a reply before turning around to begin work on the problem that Mrs. Gilmore had put up there. I worked the whole class occasionally peeking behind my blonde hair to see how Johnny was doing. Once I caught him staring at me and glared back just so that he knew I’d caught him staring. As the ঘণ্টা rang for the পরবর্তি class I quickly shoved everything in my bag. I made it to the পরবর্তি few classes without a problem. My last class was going to be my problem.
I had science which meant having to work with Johnny on our lab. As I sat down Mrs. B handed me a paper. “What is this? I thought we were gonna do a lab today?”
“We are,” she stared at me, “look at the paper.” I glared at it. First প্রশ্ন your age, easy enough, 16. সেকেন্ড height, five feet five inches I smiled. Third compile your data with your lab partner figure out the average and then find the class average. What are some similarities? Differences? I just stared at the paper. I heard the chair being pulled out beside me.
“Hey,” I heard Johnny say.
“What do আপনি want?”
“Nothing, honestly, God see this is your problem. You’re always questioning people and their motives. It’s so annoying.”
“Whatever let’s not get into each other’s faults we could be here for days on yours. Let’s just get this lab done.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”