Chapter Six
Emily sat in the one class that she was forced to endure without the company of Carrie. Unfortunately, she had to endure it with Lash sitting behind her. It was also known as being the class with the most partner projects throughout the semester. However, the partners were assigned.
They had suffered through one project, and Emily had been stuck with Lash due to her 'assignment'. He had pretty much screwed around and made her do all of the work, and had taken his expected credit, when he didn't do jack shit.
Unfortunately, she was expected to be paired with him again. She was lamenting in her mind due to how long the semester was going to feel as the teacher started reading off partners.
"Durango, Romani..."
"Hey, Elisa-"
"It's Emily." She hissed over her shoulder at Lash, who had started poking her between the shoulder blades with his pencil. "And I'm trying to listen!"
"Winzer, Golman..."
"Look, I need to ask you something about your friend, Carrie?" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She glared at the front of the classroom, her knee beginning to bounce up and down agitatedly.
"Nares, Dulcey,"
"What about her?"
"Why does she hate me?" Emily was slightly thrown off by this question.
"Boleros, Shiele..."
"What?"
"Why does she hate me?" He hissed. "It's really bugging me." Emily smirked with the knowledge that Carrie was getting under Lash's skin. She would probably have difficulty breathing once Emily told her, because she would be laughing so hard.
"Dizon, McGnoll..."
"Why don't you ask her?"
"I tried! She just made me come to class!" Emily rolled her eyes.
"Well, get over it, because I'm not telling you anything!"
"Livingston, Greenere..." Lash dropped it once his name was called, instead opting to turn and whisper to his partner, a guy with way too many piercings on his face who could walk on walls. However, Emily was perturbed.
Her assignment... she had to be paired with Lash... didn't she? Wasn't that necessary for her mission? She puzzled over this through the next three pairs until it reached the final two students who had yet to be partnered. Emily's name was called, along with another's. And when his name was called, her heart skipped a beat and her face flushed. When the teacher said his name, time seemed to slow down and extra emphasis was put on their names.
"Bates, Peace."
After he finished assigning partners, he placed the sheet of paper on his desk, seemingly unaware of Emily's complete shock.
She needed to talk to him after class.
"Mr. Smith," the aging teacher looked up from his work to see Emily standing there, fidgeting with the shoulder-strap on her messenger bag. She waited until the entire room was empty before glancing around suspiciously. "Mr. Smith, my assignment? Shouldn't I have been paired with Lash?" Mr. Smith sighed and removed his glass, cleaning them off with a cleaning cloth that he kept at the side of his computer.
"Emily... I've been teaching twice as long as some of those so-called heroes on the board that gave you that assignment." He pointed at her with his glasses. "And I know that nothing will come from me pairing you with someone who will abuse your intelligence." Emily smiled for a split-second at the compliment, but continued to fidget with her bag. "Mr. Greenere is also a slacker. The two of them getting nothing done and failing the assignment may teach them a lesson. As for you and Mr. Peace... I've seen your file, and I believe that the two of you will work together fine." He smiled and made a shooing gesture with his hands. "Now, don't worry and just get to your next class."
"Code Red." Carrie looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow at the panicked Emily standing over her.
"What the hizzaps, homeslice?" She asked, trying her 'gangster' voice. It was really pathetic.
And yet it still made Emily calm down considerably, enough to burst into a fit of giggles and sit down next to her friend.
"The 'hizzaps' is that I wasn't paired with Lash, despite our instructions." Carrie shrugged.
"Doesn't sound so bad..."
"He placed me with Warren. Fucking. Peace." Her tone was dead serious, and her eyes showed alarm. Carrie took a bite out of her apple and chewed slowly, her expression thoughtful. Emily waited with baited breathe until Carrie swallowed and opened her mouth to respond.
"I never knew that Warren's middle name was 'fucking'." Emily groaned and rolled her eyes, slamming her forehead onto the table. She stayed that way the rest of the lunch, Carrie watching her while taking occasional bites out of her apple.
Now, what's Emily's problem with Warren? Oh, and I apologize for the shortness of the chapter...
