Okayyyyyyyy, so I've decided something, and damn it all if I don't follow through. I've decided that I'm going to work backwards, because this is my best story of all those left unfinished, which are pretty close to irreparably written. I will try anyways because I love you guys, but it will take me a lot longer. This, on the other hand, will not.
Oh and please don't be tooooo confused with the fact that I'm making this story present tense now, but I'm too lazy to change the first chapter. So just know, this happens now.
I'll give a quick shout to my reviewers, because if I didn't have reviews, I probably wouldn't update. And I think I'm going to start FanAct, where you guys can vote on things and take quick quizzes and give your opinion, and we can just be friends because I like making friends with the people I'd probably never meet in real life.
Anywhosen, ON WITH THE STORY!
With Mallahs's words hanging in the air, Rachel spins on a dime and heads from the class, Garfield popping out behind her as soon as he realizes the conversation's over.
"So, you're going to be my 'Study Buddy,' huh?" Garfield asks brightly. Although he isn't quite thrilled with the idea of having a tutor, he doesn't think he'll really mind. At least it means he can make it through his senior year, and only have to do it once.
Rachel replies coolly, "I'm going to be your tutor, yes."
"Sweet. Does this mean that when you come to help me learn English, it will turn into one of those movie-moments where all I really learn is what,"-he pauses for a moment, sniffing the air,-"black cherry lip gloss tastes like?" he teases, waggling his eyebrows.
She doesn't need to glance at the map in the very first slot of her accordion folder to know that she needs to make a left, go up two flights of stairs, make another left, go over the new in-school bridge, and turn right to be at her Advanced Latin 5 class, so when she hangs a left without warning or pause, it takes Gar a moment to catch up with her.
"Slow down, I can hardly keep up!" he says, though that isn't at all true. His legs are a lot longer than hers, so he's next to her before he even finishes the sentence.
"That's sort of the point..." she mutters flatly, her cheeks burning red with a furious blush.
"I heard that..." he replies, a twinge of hurt showing in his face. She's hardly listening, though. Her mind is dancing over the memory of a short black skirt, an unbuttoned blouse, and a pair of silvery-gray eyes as she starts up the stairs, hugging her school books closer to her chest.
"Sorry," she mutters quickly, realizing what she'd said as she reaches the first landing. She notices that he's stopped following her, and, while she honestly doesn't mind, she is curious as to why. So she stops where she is, turning to glance at him. When she looks down, she finds him at the bottom of the stairs, staring at her with a very strange expression on his face.
"Yes?" she asks, her head cocking to the side in thought. Why is he looking at her like that? Like she is the oddest thing he's ever seen. She finds that more than a bit unnerving.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his eyebrows shooting up in question.
Her steps stutter for a moment, and she glances at him, confusion etched into the very lines of her face. "I'm heading to my next class..?" she says, but the way her voice shoots up and octave makes it sound less statement and more inquiry.
He chuckles, shaking his head. Apparently, she hasn't noticed the fine print on her schedule. "Your next class is lunch. Same as mine," he says simply, smirking at her and climbing the stairs.
"No, on my schedule, it has Latin listed after English," argues Rachel, opening her binder and pulling out her schedule to make sure. "See, Latin," she says, stressing the word 'Latin' as she hands him the schedule. Her normally monotonous voice iss rising a bit in aggravation, and her left eye is twitching the slightest bit.
He plucks the schedule from her hands, already aware of what he's looking for. Shaking his head once more, he points to a spot on the paper. "Yes, Latin is listed beneath your English class, but that isn't what comes next," he explains smugly.
"What? that doesn't make any sense!" she says, practically seething.
Pushing back the strong desire to laugh, Gar grabs her wrist, ignoring the way she tenses up when he does, and pulls her close to him. "Okay, look," he starts, handing her the schedule. He wraps an arm over her shoulders to get it out of the way so they can look together. "Right here it says English: Period Five. Then, it says Latin: Period Seven. See the gap where period six should be? That;s now. Now is lunch."
She shimmies herself from under his arm, taking the schedule with her. "The way this is put together is absolutely ridiculous," she mumbles, shaking her head. "Why can't they just list lunch on here like any normal school would?" she questions, glancing at him as if it was all his fault.
He shrugs, "Simple. Because all seniors eat lunch together, and we don't get many new students. So they make the new kids' schedules exactly how they make ours."
"Stupid..."
"Incredibly so. Now, do you want to make it to lunch or not? With all the time we've wasted here, we're only going to have fifteen minutes," he says, holding out his hand for her to take.
"How? Lunch isn't over for at least another twenty-five minutes," she replies, ignoring his hand.
"We've got an open campus lunch, and it takes five minutes to get any place good. Five minutes to get there, five minutes to get back... that only leaves us fifteen to eat," he responds, shrugging.
"Oh. Well I guess that makes sense," she says, nodding in understanding.
"So, are you coming?"
Yes, I did just end that with a cliffhanger. And I feel no remorse whatsoever for it. :)
Anywhoseren, I just wanted to say thanks for reading, and I love you guys.
Always me,
~LBB
HA. I BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE. WELL NOPE. I STILL HAVE TO DO THE FANACT THING. I BET YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT. HECK, I BET YOU FORGOT. (NO, ADMIN IS NOT DRUNK, BUT SHE HAS HAD COFFEE. BEWARE! {If you don't get the beware reference, I swear on my gold shoes I'll start crying.})
FANACT!
Give me your opinion on...
Whether or not she should say yes. Should she go with him? Is it too early? Should she trust him? IS LUNCH REALLY OPEN CAMPUS?