Back to School :(Mature

The night was torture. I had nightmares about Julia. I had creepy thoughts about Mr. Parker and his biology class the next day. And I screamed a lot. It was Anne Marie who checked on me.

Screaming returns. Lights turn on. I bolt up.

"Shit," I said, flatly.

Anne Marie just shook her head.

"Go to bed," I said, "I don't get how Grace and Stacey could be asleep like that."

I looked at them and smiled. Anne Marie laughed a little. She reached up to touch my knee, just to comfort me, and went to be after turning off the light. I looked at the time. 2:47. I sighed, closing my eyes, finally enjoying a nightmareless sleep.

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I stepped into the shower, washing my hair. Stepped out, messily slipped on my uniform, and blow-dried and tousled my waves. Perfecto. Mascara and eyeliner for touch and I was ready for school. It was 7:50 when I walked out and Anne Marie and I walked to Drama. I wanted to be an actress and that was what my career would be. I wasn't smart. I was... a good actress. Please, if you saw me you would come to years. I decided this when I was... I don't know, 4? And my mom hated it. I should become a doctor like her, she would say. Yeah fucking right.

Mrs. Davis smiled at me sympathetically. I looked at her weird when she patted my cheek. I shrunk back. And she laughed and shook her head. What a weirdo. But she was my one-way ticket to Julliard.

"Class," she said, smiling once the bell rang, "settle down."

Some guys and girls stared at me, in shock.

"What?!?" I asked, angrily.

"You're alive?" some idiot asked me.

"Yes, you have a problem with that?"

"No. I'm glad you're alive..."

"Why?" I snapped.

"Because I don't want anyone to be dead, bitch! Gosh. You think I'm some type of serial killer or something?"

I was taken aback by his insecurity and weirdness, but I continued to write the notes Mrs. Davis started to write on the board.

"Where's Jacob?" she asked without looking back.

"He's suspended, again," half the class said together.

"That boy," she mumbled, "is something... odd."

I laughed. Someone threw an apple at the window. The class stood up to see who it was. Sure enough, it was him, wearing his "I'm too sexy for my shirt" shirt. Idiot. He gave an apple to Mrs. Davis every single day, bitten half the time, because he was kiss ass psycho.

"Jacob Daniels!" she shouted, opening the window.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said, "but I had to give you this."

He tried scraping off the apple, smiling.

"You're disrupting my class!"

"Sorry, woman," he said.

She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Hales," he said looking at me.

I nodded upwards. The class turned to look at me.

"I love you," he shouted, making a hand heart.

"Aww," I said, "love you, too."

I blew him a kiss.

"Jesus Christ, you two!" Mrs. Davis said, closing the window.

He waved and walked away. I could see a smile on her face. Even though he was an idiot, she liked him. He just had that charm.

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After cutting lunch to go to Dunkin' Donuts with Jakey, I snuck back into school just in time. I walked to my Biology class, scared. I made sure my skirt wasn't too high. I guess it was ok. Damn skirts. And sadly, my pink zebra bra showed through the white thin shirts. Oh well. I'll be careful. I was almost late. Mr. Parker was writing something on the board and he didn't see me walk in. Anne Marie, Grace, and Stacey were all in this class. My lab partner was Anne Marie, Grace with Stacey. They sat in front of us. The bell rang and I sat in my seat.

Mr. Parker turned around. And he smiled at me.

"Today," he said, "we'll go into the details of sexual reproduction. We finished asexual last week, right? Anne Marie, could you give Haley the notes from yesterday?"

She raised her eyebrows, handing me her notebook. He's a freak, she mouthed. He went on with his PowerPoint, showing us detailed pictures, making crude perverted jokes, that made most of the class laugh.

9th grade all over again. Hadn't we learned about this freshmen year? Mr. Parker came over to my lab table and bent down so his face was leveled with my boobs, to explain the worksheet he had just given out. I saw him stare. His finger moved toward my elbow, with my hand that held my bored head was on.

"Got it?" he asked, finally standing straight.

"Oh, I got it alright," I said, faking a smile.

"Just come to remedial after school."

"But, I got it."

"Yes, but you need to make a lab."

"I don't have a lab partner."

"I'll be your lab partner," he said, smiling.

"No," Anne Marie said, butting in, "I'll help her. You could scratch the other one."

He groaned, but smiled and nodded. He walked back to his desk in defeat. I think.

"Thanks," I whispered, scribbling something on the worksheet.

"No problem," she said, "he has some major issues."

I nodded in agreement.

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