Chapter Two
Somehow Emmy managed to make it through the rest of the morning without collecting any more detention slips. By the time 4th period rolled around she was ready to be done with Dillon High School. The school was clearly dominated by football players and cheerleaders- two groups of people Emmy didn't especially like. These thoughts rolled around in her head as she tried to find her 4th hour class. Unfortunately, it was in a different part of the school and Emmy had no idea where she was going. The bell signaling the start of class rang, and Emmy quickened her pace. Great. She thought. Emmy didn't care about being late, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself by coming into class after it had already started. Luckily, she found her English class within a minute and slipped through the door. Letting it close softly behind her, Emmy glanced up at the class and teacher, all of whom were now starting at her. Emmy pulled her hood tighter around her head and made her way to the only empty seat- the one in the back corner behind the guy with long brown hair and muscular shoulders. He looked familiar to Emmy as he stared at her, but she didn't think too much about it. Instead, sinking into her seat she let her mind wander for about the hundredth time that day.
English. Tim Riggins sighed silently as he took a seat near the back of the room. English wasn't exactly Tim's strongest subject, and now he was stuck in an English class with a bunch of giggling rally girls. "Tim I can't believe we're in the same English class!" Katie, an overly peppy rally girl chirped at him. "Yeah it's great." Tim answered unenthusiastically. "We can talk every day and you can tell me what to bake you for games!" She continued obviously unaware of the fact that Tim couldn't care less about her. "Mmhmm." Tim nodded absent mindedly. As the bell rang, Katie returned to her seat and Tim turned his attention to the front of the room where the teacher was starting to talk. It wasn't that Tim didn't enjoy all the attention and giggling from the rally girls- in fact he usually got a lot out of them in terms of favors. It was just that lately all of the unnecessary drama that seemed to hang like a cloud over his head was starting to get old. He was tired of school, and cheerleaders, and just Dillon in general. As he was thinking this, the door creaked open and a girl in a gray sweatshirt walked in. Tim raised his head to look at the late student and felt his chest tighten. There she was again. The girl he had almost hit in the parking lot. She looked up at the class and Tim got another view of those eyes. They had the same effect on him as the first time he had seen her. Her eyes were so shockingly blue that he barely noticed when she started to make her way toward him. He was staring, but he didn't care. Tim shifted his position and resisted the urge to turn around as she took a seat behind him. Maybe English won't be so bad, he thought.
The English teacher Mr. Smith wasted no time. As he began discussing the first assignment Emmy found herself thinking about the guy sitting directly in front of her. Why had he been staring at her so funny? And where had she seen him before? She frowned and thought harder. Suddenly it hit her. He was the guy from the truck that had almost run her over earlier this morning. The realization surprised her, and so it was even more surprising when he turned around and started talking to her. "So I guess we're working together, right?" he asked her. "What?" Emmy answered confused. She had been so lost in thought that she had completely missed what the teacher had been saying. The guy pointed at the board in the front of the room. Emmy looked at it and saw the class assignment written in Mr. Smith's loopy writing. With the person sitting directly behind you, write a descriptive paragraph about your first morning at school. One page minimum. "Oh. Yeah I guess so." Emmy answered indifferently. "Cool. I'm Tim." He said to Emmy. "I'm Emmy." She answered with no emotion. Tim grinned as Emmy sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. "So… how should we start this?" questioned Tim. "Hmmm", said Emmy pretending to think. "How about something along the lines of… this morning walking into school I almost got hit by some guy in a pickup truck who clearly doesn't know how to drive." Emmy retorted. Tim began laughing which only made Emmy madder. "Is that what happened?" Tim laughed. "If I remember correctly, you stepped out right in front of my truck. If I wasn't such an alert driver I might have hit you!" Emmy rolled her eyes. "You're right of course", she shot back with sarcasm. "What could I have been thinking?! Why on earth would you have been watching where you were going while driving? Let me just make a mental note that you are just way to awesome to pay attention to anyone but yourself, and from now on it is my job to get out of your way. Tim resisted the urge to laugh again. "Well," Tim began. "Maybe if you came out from under that hood and took out your headphones you would be more aware of what was going on around you." Emmy rolled her eyes again, this time angrier. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Tim suppressed more laughter. "Don't worry about it." Tim stated. "Just don't let it happen again." "I'll do my best." Emmy answered in a completely flat voice. Tim smiled. "So for real, you're new here right? What brings you to Dillon?" He asked. "Relatives." Emmy answered without looking up from her writing. The way Emmy tensed up when he asked the question, Tim guessed there was more to the story. He wasn't about to press it though, and the rest of the period passed by as Emmy and Tim finished their writing assignment. When the bell rang, Emmy shot out of her seat and headed for the door, more than ready to get away from Tim. Tim however, felt the opposite way. He stared as Emmy stalked out the door, unable to help himself from noticing how gorgeous she was. Even without that though, she had captured Tim's attention completely. She was different than any girl he had ever met in Dillon and Tim thought there was a lot to her that she wasn't revealing. He couldn't believe his luck in the fact that she sat right behind him in English. He would be able to talk to her all year long. He smiled thinking that Emmy would probably not be happy about this fact. As Tim made his way out into the hallway and onto lunch, he was able to get a last glimpse of Emmy as she turned the corner.
