Finding Another Chapter 2: My English Partner

I walked into my English class. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy it, but the stupid lectures are way too boring for my liking. I sat in my seat and realized right behind me was that girl who I met when I ran over her glasses. I just smirked and pretended not to notice her. The bell rang and class started.

So, Ms. Dawes, our teacher, was going on about something while I was, well, don't laugh, but coloring my nails with permanent marker. Yeah, yeah, ha ha, it's very funny. Suddenly, the girl behind me spoke after getting her paper back.

"Ms. Dawes, there must be some sort of mistake. I've never gotten a 'C'. How did this happen?"

"Well, your earlier assignments were divine, but recently your writing has become…distant." Ms. Dawes answered. "Impersonal."

The girl went on about how she used complex sentence structure and whatnot. I rolled my eyes. Clearly, this girl had never rebelled against anything or anyone before. The two went on for a little while more. And then, I swear my spirit somehow lifted as Ms. Dawes said,

"Then prove it. To your writing partner." Ms. Dawes pointed at me.

"Me?" I asked, hiding the surprise and joy I felt.

"Yeah. You. You write well, but you're a little…wordy. You and Clare will be editing each other's work this semester."

"Great. That'll be fun." Clare said dully. Okay, so…we're…rocky now.

Then Ms. Dawes said how we might have a good partnership, yada yada, couldn't care less. When English was over, we all filed out. On the way out, Clare and I bumped shoulders in the doorway. I smirked and left. The rest of the day dragged on and finally school was out. I drove home and naturally did homework. Let's hope my English partner will…like it.

The next day, same old, same old, until lunch. I went over Clare's work. Eh…And she sort of looked…tired, and had been crying…a lot. So, I tried going easy on her.

"So? What do you think?"

I looked up. "It's uh…"

She sighed. "Awkwardly constructed, filled with hyperbole, and generally sloppy."

"The title centered?"

She sighed, yet again. "Dawes is right! I have writer's block!"

"So don't hand it in."

"Then what? The dog ate my homework?"

"Or you could…take off."

"You mean skip?"

"If you want to get official." I took another bite out of my apple.

"It would give me time to write a way better assignment."

The bell rang.

"Decision time."

She smiled a little.

"Stay or go?"

She looked up and boxed up her lunch, took her paper, and went for the door. She turned around at the door and asked, "Well? You coming?"

Eh…why not?

I took my things and followed her out. We sneaked out the emergency exit and glanced back just to be sure no one saw. So, I lead her to Morty and opened the door for her. She hesitated.

"A hearse?"

"Morty. Now get in."

She cautiously got in and we drove off.

"So. Where to?"

"The Dot?"

"Sure."

I knew how to get there. During the ride, I had Deadhand playing. She held her head to prevent a headache. Jeez, she is definitely like…wait, no sarcastic thoughts about her. We arrived and I helped her out. I got the two of us refreshments and we decided to sit down outside on a bench. We traded papers.

"Wow. This is a first. Skipping school to do work." I finally broke in.

"Ok, I don't understand how you got an 'A' and I got a 'C'!"

"Simple. I'm dating Ms. Dawes!"

I sort of laughed. "You're a good writer, but anyone could've penned this piece. There's…no point of view."

"I wrote about gun control, I say it's good!"

"Wow, controversial!" Sarcastic remark in sort of private, check.

"Okay, fine. What am I supposed to write about?"

"Something that…pi*ses you off."

"Besides my English partner?"

"Ouch!" I feigned mock hurt.

"If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?"

She dropped her gaze. "My mom and dad. They're not exactly getting along."

"So write about that."

"I can't! It's personal."

I laughed a little. "You care too much about what people think."

"That is not true."

"Then prove it. Scream. At the top of your lungs."

I raised my eyebrows, intending her to do it. She sat up a little.

She tried, but faltered at the end. It wasn't even loud to begin with.

I laughed slightly. "That's the best you could do?"

I sighed a little. She took a breath. Oh God.

She stood up, brushed her clothes off, and screamed. Loud. And it echoed.

"Okay. Your turn." She stated.

"Yeah…not my style."

"What?

Then we started playfully arguing until I was up against a pole, and somehow my hands around her wrists. I let go and I stayed at the pole, smirking, while she went to the bench, and sat down, pure awkwardness in the air.

"Let's, um, finish the project?" She prompted after a while.

I just nodded and sat down.

Later that night, I was online doing…nothing. I saw my English partner was on and decided to have a little fun with IM.

eli-gold49: more public embarrassment tonight?

clare-e23: is that an invitation?

eli-gold49: do you want it to be?

There was a moment of hesitation. Then she replied.

clare-e23: love to hang-but i can't

Oh well.

Bullfrog came in.

"Hey, who are you messaging?"

"Someone."

"Girl?"

"Stop it, we're only friends."

"Whatever you say."

Oh God. Now how was I supposed to deal with this?

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