First period was math. Ugh, math. I don't particularly hate it, because I'm okay at it, but its still math. Walking around aimlessly for five minutes, and my concentration focused on the map in front of me, I didn't realise where I was going when I bumped into a chest. I looked up and it was Lucas.
"Oh hey its the weird English girl who knows way too much Spanish." He fakes a smile, and moves past me.
"I said I was sorry. I'll teach you Spanish, okay? Just tell me where Ma5 is."
He sighs and turns around.
"Fine. But only because coach says if I don't get my grades up I'm not gonna be able to play football." He grunts and walks forward as I quickly follow him.
"So you like football huh? Me too. They have a girls team here?" I ask cheerily.
"You like football? Hands on, running with the ball in your hand, touchdown scoring football?" He asks surprised.
"Oh, I forgot you guys call it that. No, I mean soccer."
"Oh, okay. We don't exactly have a girls team per se but we have an after school club on Thursdays for that. You should go check it out if you like it so much."
I nod in approval, as we stop outside a door where the teacher stood in front of the board, half the class asleep. Lucas whistles.
"You have Mr Burton. He's super strict. Welp, good luck!"
He fakes a smile and gives a thumbs up before walking away. Great. I'm gonna get a detention on the first week. How freaking fantastic. I open the door and quietly slip into the only empty chair at the back as Mr Burton seems to not notice me.
"Skye." He turns away from the board.
I sigh and close my eyes in frustration. Seriously god? Why have you forsaken me?
"Yes sir?" I smile innocently.
"You're 10 minutes late. Why?"
"I kind of maybe sort of got lost." I chuckle awkwardly.
"Hmm. Okay. Ill let you off this once, but next time you get 'lost', you're getting a detention."
I nod as he passes a text book down for me. It was only then I realized I was sitting behind the blue haired girl. She was lying on her desk, and I think she was half asleep. (dad was cheating on gf)She lazily chucked the book back to me and it whacks me in the face. .-. Well okay then.
I open it to the page we're on and smile a little. It was Algebra. I love algebra, it's so fun. I see everyone else around me with a frustrated look on their faces. I didn't get that. Why do American kids find algebra problems hard? My class had no problems with algebra. We'd take algebra over science any day.
"Alexis! Can you answer question 5 for us?"
The blue haired girl looks up, dazed. I lean forward so I can reach her ear.
"2x-5." I whisper subtly.
"2x-5?" She repeats unsure of herself.
"Hm. Right. For once. Next time try not to fall asleep in class will you?"
She nods sleepily and leans back in her chair discreetly.
"Thanks. I would have gotten a detention if I didn't pay attention."
I smile as a 'you're welcome'.
"Oh hey, you're the girl with the backpack." She smiles at me.
"Yea, I guess. Hey, if you need help with Math, I'm happy to help you know. Inside or out of school. I'm kind of bored at home sometimes." I chuckle awkwardly.
"Meh, I'm good with math. Most people don't know this, but I'm gonna let you in on a little secret of mine. I'm actually not bad at Math. I just pretend I'm shit so no-one takes a second look." She winks playfully and turns back around.
'But it's too late.' I think. I've already taken a second look...
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