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CHAPTER 2: The Gossip Is True

It was Monday, and classes started. I walked into my fourth period class, biology honors.

I had Mrs. Fellows. Kelly had her last year, and she said that her class is pretty easy and she lets us pick our own seats every day. All our friends looked over our schedules last night, hoping we would have classes together. Cosette and I have biology together.

It surprised me that I was one of the people to arrive late. Most of the seats in the back and middle of the classroom were taken. The first available seat I found was at the very front of the room. As I reluctantly walked over to the open seat, I waved to some classmates. There were two seats per table, and the one next to me was empty. I sat down and was opening my binder, in my peripheral vision someone sat down in the empty seat.

"Hey Cosette," I said as I looked up to see a boy. I assumed it was Cosette because she wasn't in the room when I arrived. She must have been running late doing who-knows-what. But instead I saw a guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes looking at me.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were my friend," I said quickly and turned back to my binder. I felt like a total idiot.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" the boy asked hesitantly, though he was already sitting. I turned back to him and replied with a slight smile, "Yeah. It's fine." I turned back towards my binder.

"I'm Zach by the way." I looked back up see his face. My first impression was that he's…attractive. He wasn't baby cute, or just cute…but attractive.

"Hi, I'm…." Then the bell rang as Cosette walked in. She took the only available seat, the table two rows to the left of me. Mrs. Fellows immediately started to introduce herself and talked about her classroom rules and such. So I didn't get to finish introducing myself. The class dragged on. Then at the last five minutes of class, Mrs. Fellows remembered to take attendance.

"Zach?" Mrs. Fellows called.

"Here," he replied.

"Roxanne?"

"Here."

"Alexis?"

"Here. And you can call me Lexi," a girl replied from the back.

"Cosette?"

"Here."

"Crystal?"

"Here," I replied.

The teacher continued down the roll call list, when Zach turned to face me.

"I now know your name," he said with a hint of accomplishment in his voice; as if he achieved a hard task such as figuring out my name.

Before I can think of a response, the bell rang to go to lunch.

I saw Cosette waiting for me outside class. I guess I took too long to pack up my backpack because when I stepped outside, she wasn't there. Cosette's and my relationship is always like that. Just because she ditched me didn't mean she was mad. She's probably just hungry. She also doesn't like to be at the end of the line for food.

I started heading down the pathway towards the dining hall. Because I was late out to class, there wasn't a big mob of students walking down the pathway eager for food.

As I was walking, my class schedule slipped from my binder. The wind carried it a few yards and landed near a guy's feet. I was walking towards him, when the guy picked it up. He glanced at the paper and started to turn around, looking to see where it came from. It was Zach. He saw me coming towards him.

"This yours?" he asked, waving the schedule in his hand.

"Yeah, thanks." My hand reached over to take the paper from him, but he surprised me by turning his body away; his back towards me. He read the piece of paper for a couple of seconds.

"Huh. We have fifth period together, Crystal." He turned back to face me and put the paper into my open hand.

I glanced over the schedule; I forgot what I had for fifth period. Art Fundamentals with Mr. Robleto.

"That's…cool." I couldn't think of anything else to respond with. I placed the schedule into my tote bag. I looked up from my bag, to still see him standing there.

"Are you new here?" I asked curiously. I've never seen him before. Is he one of the guys Stephanie was talking about?

"Yeah. Some people from my school transferred over," he replied nonchalantly as he started down the pathway. Leaving me staring at empty space, where he was just a second ago.

I followed after him. "Where'd you guys come from?"

"West Point Academy."

West Point Academy? I've heard of that school before. It was really far from here. Is that the school that was burnt down over the summer?

"Oh. Isn't that the school that was burnt down?" I asked hesitantly, not totally sure whether I got the right school.

"You got that right. Some of us decided to transfer here, some decided Ruben Academy, and some decided to go to public schools," he explained. Ruben Academy is Elysian Academy's rival school.

"Why'd you decide to come here?" Curiosity in my voice.

"Elysian has a better sports record," he replied with a smile.

"We most definitely do," I replied back with more enthusiasm in my voice than necessary. What can I say? I love this school.

We arrived at the dining hall.

He laughed as he pulled open the door.

"After you." He gestured his hand towards the open door. That surprised me because some guys don't open doors for girls these days. And when they do, they usually just walk in before the girl.

I laughed softly, "Thanks."

We walked towards the now empty buffet line. We both grabbed a cheeseburger, fries, and a drink. I handed my I.D. card to the cashier to scan. The cashier handed me the card back and I'm about to take it when Zach's hand beat me to it. Why does he do that?

I turned to face him, and shoot him a look but he was looking at my card.

He handed her his I.D. card with his left hand; his right hand holding my card.

"Nice picture," he replied after looking at the card.

His left hand reached towards the card in the cashiers' hand, but my hand beat him to it.

I smiled to myself, happy that I snatched his card before him.

I glanced at the smiling face in the I.D. picture.

"You look good," I replied casually and handed back the card, taking my card from his hand.

"Thanks," he replied flashing the exact same smile as in the picture. He slipped the card into his back pocket of his jeans, while I dropped mine into the inside pocket of my tote bag.

He picked up his tray, "See you next period," and walked away, heading towards a table full of guys.