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two other students there, who have both chosen seats in the front row. I don’t know who they are except for their first names, and I really don’t care. I accepted the fact early on that I don’t need friends. I have people that I talk to every once in a while, and then there are a couple of girls that I hang out with at parties, but no one that I confide in or look forward to talking with. It makes choosing a spot much easier, since I don’t have to try to save seats. My days in school are boring, but I’m not there to do anything but learn, so I don’t care.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Murray starts class by doing roll call and handing out our books. He jumps right in to what he expects of us this semester. English isn’t my favorite class, but it’s one I excel in. I don’t mind reading or writing papers, so when he tells us at the end of the semester we have to write a ten-thousand-word essay on a book from a list he gives us, it doesn’t faze me.
Second period I have Phys Ed, third period is Geometry, and the last class before lunch is Chemistry. The morning goes surprisingly fast, which I’m grateful for. I’m a little nervous about meeting Gunnar at lunch, though I’m not sure why. I get to my locker and drop off my books. Then I head to the cafeteria. Once I’m in line, I spare a quick glance through the room to see if I can spot him. By the time I make it to the food I still haven’t seen him, so I grab what food I want and head to the table outside, where I usually sit. I like eating outdoors whenever it’s possible, since I’m inside all day.
I’ve barely sat down and started to open my soda when someone joins me at the table.
“Hey, Danielle. How has your first day been going?”
The guy is not someone I’ve talked with much before, but I’ve seen him around hanging with the rest of the football players at parties. Jaxon Reynolds is a quarterback, but has never seen any game time because Zane had been first string since his sophomore year. I’m really not sure why Jaxon is sitting by me, which makes me a little uncomfortable.
“Um, hey, Jaxon. I, uh, guess my day has been fine so far. H-How has your day been?” I have no idea what to say to him but don’t want to be rude. Who knows, maybe this will be a year that I will come out of my shell and maybe even make some real friends.
“Well, it was going good, but recently tipped the scale to great,” he says with a smirk that makes me think I’m missing something.
Not knowing what else to say, I nod. “That’s good to hear.” Then I go back to opening my soda and start picking at my food.
Thinking he’ll just get up and leave, I don’t pay him any more attention or say anything else, but a minute later he’s still there. I look around to see if there is a group of his friends pointing and laughing like this is some dare he’s been put up to, but I don’t notice anyone even looking our way. I decide to let it go for now.
He asks me what classes I have this year, and how softball was last season. I politely answer his questions, and since he asked me about softball, I ask how the start of the football season is going. I’m half-listening and half trying to decide if this is something that should concern me or not. Since he has never made an effort to socialize with me before, I feel like this is a big joke and the laugh is on me. As he’s in the middle of telling me about how good he thinks the team will be this season, he looks up at something behind me and stops talking. He gets this confused expression on his face as he glances at me, and then at whatever caught his attention. Before I can turn around and see what he’s looking at, someone wraps their arms around me. I stiffen at first because I’m not used to having anyone grab me like that, but then I remember Gunnar.
“Hey, beautiful,” I hear him say close to my ear. I smile and turn toward him to return the greeting, but notice his attention isn’t on me; it’s
Ten minutes later, Mr. Murray starts class by doing roll call and handing out our books. He jumps right in to what he expects of us this semester. English isn’t my favorite class, but it’s one I excel in. I don’t mind reading or writing papers, so when he tells us at the end of the semester we have to write a ten-thousand-word essay on a book from a list he gives us, it doesn’t faze me.
Second period I have Phys Ed, third period is Geometry, and the last class before lunch is Chemistry. The morning goes surprisingly fast, which I’m grateful for. I’m a little nervous about meeting Gunnar at lunch, though I’m not sure why. I get to my locker and drop off my books. Then I head to the cafeteria. Once I’m in line, I spare a quick glance through the room to see if I can spot him. By the time I make it to the food I still haven’t seen him, so I grab what food I want and head to the table outside, where I usually sit. I like eating outdoors whenever it’s possible, since I’m inside all day.
I’ve barely sat down and started to open my soda when someone joins me at the table.
“Hey, Danielle. How has your first day been going?”
The guy is not someone I’ve talked with much before, but I’ve seen him around hanging with the rest of the football players at parties. Jaxon Reynolds is a quarterback, but has never seen any game time because Zane had been first string since his sophomore year. I’m really not sure why Jaxon is sitting by me, which makes me a little uncomfortable.
“Um, hey, Jaxon. I, uh, guess my day has been fine so far. H-How has your day been?” I have no idea what to say to him but don’t want to be rude. Who knows, maybe this will be a year that I will come out of my shell and maybe even make some real friends.
“Well, it was going good, but recently tipped the scale to great,” he says with a smirk that makes me think I’m missing something.
Not knowing what else to say, I nod. “That’s good to hear.” Then I go back to opening my soda and start picking at my food.
Thinking he’ll just get up and leave, I don’t pay him any more attention or say anything else, but a minute later he’s still there. I look around to see if there is a group of his friends pointing and laughing like this is some dare he’s been put up to, but I don’t notice anyone even looking our way. I decide to let it go for now.
He asks me what classes I have this year, and how softball was last season. I politely answer his questions, and since he asked me about softball, I ask how the start of the football season is going. I’m half-listening and half trying to decide if this is something that should concern me or not. Since he has never made an effort to socialize with me before, I feel like this is a big joke and the laugh is on me. As he’s in the middle of telling me about how good he thinks the team will be this season, he looks up at something behind me and stops talking. He gets this confused expression on his face as he glances at me, and then at whatever caught his attention. Before I can turn around and see what he’s looking at, someone wraps their arms around me. I stiffen at first because I’m not used to having anyone grab me like that, but then I remember Gunnar.
“Hey, beautiful,” I hear him say close to my ear. I smile and turn toward him to return the greeting, but notice his attention isn’t on me; it’s
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