Jade's P.O.V
Soon it was 4th period. I exited my History class and was on my way to Science. Science was my most favorite subject of all time. As I entered the class room I walked towards the back of the row closest to the door. I sat with my head buried in a book my grandpa got me. I really don't want to attract any more friends. They're bound to leave me, it's inevitable. I heard the door open a close a couple of times before the bell rang. Blah, blah, blah. The teacher went on, again. Soon it was time for the seating chart. Luckily I was finally in the back of the room.
I really hate when people expect me to have an answer for everything. Just because I have glasses doesn't necessarily mean I am smart, even though in this case I am. Also just because some people are smart doesn't mean they have the answers to every single one of your problems. I know from experience that many intelligent people do not pay attention in class because it's boring. We learn it the instant you share the information with us. So why even ask others to pay attention in class? The funny thing is, learning is technically memorizing. I mean there's nothing to it, BUT memorizing.
"Jade?" The teacher called. Oh, no, I was mentally ranting again.
"Yes?" I said,
"I would appreciate it if you'd pay attention," She said. I mentally laughed, Oh the irony. Then as I turned my gaze to my notebook, my eyes met a pair of shades. Only later did I know that that moment was truly ironic. As I drew in my notebook, I thought about the guy in front of me. It was just a glance, but shots of sparks had wracked my body. My face felt a bit hot even thinking about it. I shook my head, he was probably a douche bag. Just one of those snobby ass cool kids. Well, I guess I was partially right.
Dave's P.O.V
It was 4th period. Rose kept on asking me how my classes were after every bell had rung, and I kept replying with the same thing: boring as usual. Next was science. God, I sucked at science, I mean it won't even matter to me once I'm creating ill beats in clubs, or directing movies, or whatever the shit I'm gonna do later. I was fashionably on time this period. I just lounged around before the bell rang, kicking up my converse, and listening to some of my master pieces.
Once class started it was the same old, same old. Then, all of a sudden the teacher stopped her speech and called out a girl named Jade. I tried to keep myself from looking. A cool kid doesn't immerse himself in gossip. Unfortunately I couldn't resist. I mean a glance couldn't hurt could it? As I turned around, her head was going back to her notebook. I saw her bright, green, emerald eyes as they met mine. My body stiffened, and heated up very quickly. Then I quickly turned around. Who knew a girl could be so beautiful. Her hair was long, jet black, wavy, and over all pretty. Her face was flawless, and glowing. Could he actually be...? No he just got out of a relationship, besides, a cool guy like him could find an even prettier girl. There were other girls in this sea of a high school for him to fry with his swag.