Embarrassing Moments
I smiled, lost in thought. My life was perfect. I had won the Scholastic Decathlon for my team. Troy had won his basketball game. And we got the leads in the Twinkle Towne Musicale. Well, maybe it wasn't quite prefect. One thing was missing. That was Troy. Or, more specifically, Troy as my boyfriend. After our near-kiss immediately following the Triple Win, Troy had been pretending like nothing happened. Like we were just friends. I had thought he liked me, but I was wrong. Why would he like someone like me?? We were just friends and that was all. I sighed, forgetting where I was.
"Gabriella, could you tell me the answer to question number fifteen?" Ms. Darbus asked.
"Umm…….." I looked down at my paper. Luckily I had completed my homework.
"Is the linear equation of the line 2x-16y+360?" I answered hopefully.
"No, Gabriella, number fifteen from the textbook assignment. You need to pay more attention please. I would like to talk to you after class, if you don't mind."
I gulped.
"Yes, Ms. Darbus," I said in a small voice. I was a little scared. This was my first time ever getting in trouble, and I hoped it would be the last. I saw Troy look in my direction, and give me a disapproving expression. Then he winked at me, smiling, and I smiled back. Maybe things weren't too bad. But Ms. Darbus noticed us exchanging smiles and cleared her throat.
"Um, students, I know that as teenagers you all have many…urges," she began, looking straight at Troy and I.
"But you need to learn to control yourselves and understand that the classroom…and the theatre… are both places in which public displays of affection are not appropriate. In fact, displays of affection are never appropriate. One thing leads to another, and before you know it you are pregnant. Let me tell you kids, you should never have sex. Because you will get pregnant. And die." She cleared her throat again, staring directly at me.
"Understood?"
I nodded. I couldn't believe how she had embarrassed me and Troy like that. I turned bright red, slowly sliding down in my seat. Luckily, the bell rang then. I sprinted out of the classroom, and slipped into the girls washroom. I took my time, hoping Troy would be long gone by the time I came out. But as I was about to step out, I remembered that Troy's locker was right outside. He'd most definitely see me. I groaned, then decided to wait until the bell rang. We both had spares next, but I was pretty sure Troy planned to go down to the gym for practice.
I went over to the mirror, and brushed my hair. I applied a little of my favorite lip gloss, and then the bell rang. I rushed outside, eager to get to the library to study for my Pre-Cal test later that week. The hallways were empty except for Jack, a good friend of mine. He was just exiting the computer lab, singing.
"You see me roll on my Segway…" I smiled to myself. I loved Jack. He always managed to crack me up.
"Hey Jack!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, hi Gabriella. How are you?" he asked courteously. I smiled.
"Not bad. You?" He grinned.
"I'm good. Um…I'm late for LA so I have to go now."
"Ok, bye." I smiled. I loved Jack.
I spent the rest of my spare in the library, studying. Then it was time for Gym class. I groaned. Gym was most definitely not my forte. In fact, I sucked. Combine uncoordination, lack of endurance, lack of muscles, and lack of speed, and you have one lousy athlete. AKA me.
I changed into my gym clothes. I was the first one in the change room. The rest of the girls were taking their time, but I didn't want a late slip. I was standing there in my bra and underwear, about to put my shorts on, when the door opened. I turned towards it, thinking it was Taylor or someone. Boy was I wrong.
The custodian, Mr. Guenther, walked in, carrying a mop and pail. I just stood there for a minute, shocked. He turned beet red, but I couldn't help but noticed his eyes quickly scan my body. He mumbled a quick "Sorry," and practically sprinted out of the room. I was super embarrassed. What a great day I was having.
After we were all changed, we left the change room and sat down in front of the whiteboard, waiting for Mr. Wiebe to give us instructions. He came out of his office, and began to write on the board.
"Ok, students. Today we are going to play some volleyball. We will warm up with a quick bumping drill." He stopped for a minute, writing bump on the board. He had some issues with that though. He started writing, then stopped for a minute, thinking. I heard him quietly spell it out loud to himself, under his breath, before continuing to write it down. I snickered a little.
"Now, the setters will be Kaeleigh, Jordan, Matt and Renae. Get into groups of five, with one of those people in each group, and get busy." We got up and made our groups. I sighed. This was going to be one long gym class.
After gym was Drivers Ed. It was very interesting. Our teacher, Mr. Haji, was quite the guy. At one point, we were discussing peer pressure when driving and how it is not a good thing.
"Now students, say Joe here is driving a car. Jordan is passenger. Jordan keeps saying to Joe 'Faster, Faster.' Now Joe is already driving at speed limit. He must say to Jordan, 'You know Jordan, you are nice, cute boy. But you not being very good friend to me. It is dangerous to go faster that I'm going right now."
With that, the whole class burst out laughing. The teacher looked a little confused, but then the bell rang for class to be over, so he dismissed us. It was already five o clock, since Drivers Ed happened after school, so I went to my locker to get my stuff. Troy was at his locker, only a few down from mine.
"Gabriella, before you go, could you maybe help me with these math problems? The test is tomorrow and I don't get it."
"Ok," I said reluctantly. "But they're gonna be locking up the school soon, so we have to make it fast."
"Not a problem," Troy said, flashing me his winning smile. "Let's go to our secret spot though. I can always think better there." I consented, and we made our way up towards the stairs.
A?N: Ok, so I now this was pointless. But there is a plot, really. Please review!! And suggestions are always welcome. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
