Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns the Clique.
Because I never write Clarington and I thought I give this ship a try.
He grumbles.
Not only that, but, loudly, in utter annoyance and disdain.
It takes him a moment to tear his puppy-dog brown eyes away from his phone and glance downwards. On his desk is a simple white sheet, with bolded sentences. He reads it, scoffing, while pulling on his blonde hair. This was stupid; he really didn't give a shit about this assignment. In the next few months, he would be graduating from highschool, going off to university.
Perspective in Society of the Social Spectrum in Highschool
Are you happy at where you're at right now? If so explain why in a social context. If not, would you go back and change something to be in a different path?
"I know in six months you guys will be graduating," Mr. Myner pauses, his English class explodes in cheers, "But I really think this assignment will help you show and find a new perspective in life. It can open your eyes and show you how other people feel, so since I'm generous," the man laughs at his own joke, "you have the end of the year to give me your answers. And I want a minimum of two pages."
Derrick Harrington smirks, Myner was being pretty reasonable about this whole thing. He didn't need six months to complete it, he already had his answer, yes. Yes, he was happy about where he was at, he was the prized goalie of the Tomohawks, he was most popular senior in his grade, he was dating Massie Block and he already got accepted into the school of his dreams, Standford University.
With the class slowly dispersing, Myner undeniably clears his throat, "I forgot to mention, before you guys head to your other classes, this assignment will be in partners. I want you to spend time with them, so that it can help you see the world in their point of view." Shuffle of the student's feet are heard, some overly excited, some not.
The blonde boy checks his classmates, his best friends Josh Hotz, Cam Fisher and Kemp Hurley, the four of them could split into pairs. His head also whirls around, seeing Alicia Rivera and Dylan Marvil, Massie's best friends.
He's about to approach his group of friends, they're all in smiles, waving at him, when in his own very fashion, Myner drops the bomb.
"You will be in partners that I picked."
Groans, moans, fill the room replacing those boisterous cheers that were once heard.
Patiently, one by one, their English teacher tells who is partner with who. The list gets shorter and shorter, but that doesn't deter his mood, knowing that either Cam or Alicia hadn't been called on yet, Derrick grins, there was still a possibility he would be partner with either of them.
His wide grin remains, until Myner finally calls his name and a name he never heard. It is then his smile falters.
"Derrick Harrington, your partner is Claire Lyons."
His lips open, his eyebrows move and his brown eye widens, Claire Lyons? Who?
Suddenly, the class becomes quiet, the only sounds are muffle laughs and giggles—coming from his friends— apparently he said 'who' aloud. Oops.
The man in front of him, crosses his arm, "Pay more attention, Mr. Harrington, Miss Lyons sits right behind you." Derrick turns, some blonde chick with crooked bangs. She doesn't look up; her pale face fills with red. The boy continues to stare at her, intimidate her, to show he really, really doesn't want to work with her, till his teacher's booming voice, draw his attention back. "This is the particular reason why this assignment will be good, get to know each other, and I mean this for everyone. Now, you guys can go."
Derrick stands up, he ignores his friends' jeers and giggles—they all got better partners, each other— about to talk to his new partner (as nicely as he can), he feigns a grin, shoving his hand in front of her as a friendly gesture of a handshake, only to be surprised, by her actions. She walks right past him, slightly pushing him out of the way.
What a bitch.
He huffs, god, he has to work with her? He would have taken anyone else, even the short-tempered Strawberry McAdams, but no, shit like this always happens to him.
Whatever, he already knows his answer, so he won't need to spend that much time with that girl.
But, somehow, if his answer changes—he shudders as he thinks about the remote possibility—this is going to be the longest six months of his life, the longest.