Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Exaron ❯ Chapter 2-The Meeting ( Chapter 2 )

After a long introduction, the History teacher, Mr. Russell, or rather Mr. Crazypants, scrambled us around the room, assigning us to our seats for the semester. I got yet another seat next to the wall. Perfect, I could stare out the window during the whole class again. Until my eyes caught my new subject of staring, the same girl in my math class wound up getting assigned right next to me. Again. Oh why am I tortured so…

 

Of course as soon as we got seated, the teacher started rambling on and on again, so I started my staring. My eyes wondered around until I noticed that the girl was drawing something. She looked up for a bit, looked at me quickly (with a little eye contact) and quickly hid her paper from view. Guess she was one of those artists who hated their own work.

 

My head shot up as I heard the worst word ever coming from the teacher's mouth, `project'. What kind of teacher assigns a project on the first day of school? Having no other options, I actually listened.

 

Ten long minutes later, I had the basic idea of the project. Basically, we were being assigned partners and we had to do a poster on things we had in common, and things we didn't. What this actually had to do with history, I had no idea, but since he was assigning us partners based on our seating arrangement, I got placed with the beautiful shy artist girl. Time to learn.

 

Everybody soon got with their partners, and the room filled with the constant buzz of introductions, small talk, and jokes. Of course, when I scooted my desk closer to my new partner, I couldn't find anything to say, and of course, neither could she. This was going to work out great.

 

“Hey,” I said after a few seconds of awkward silence. She slowly looked up at me with her deep blue eyes, and replied in a soft tone. “Hello,” she said back.

 

“I'm Chris,” I said, since if I was going to work with her we needed to get each others name. I was also getting tired of thinking of her as `the girl'.

 

“Jessica, but you can call me Jess,” she replied, smiling at me.

 

Right after that (not so) amazing moment, the bell rang and again, everybody ran towards the door and on to their next classes.