The Doctor's POV: "Ok, so we are going to do something different. Today we are going to be going to the Auditorium. There you will decide what classes you want for your sophomore year. Many classes are advised that you take. Like since you're in this class, Algebra 1, then most of you will be moving on to Geometry." Mr. Knowles explained to us. I nodded in agreement. Max turned to me.
"We should try to get the same classes." She exclaimed. I smiled.
"That would be nice, but I plan to be gone by next year." I said. She looked a little hurt and confused.
"You're leaving? Already?" She asked.
"Well, I've been here for nearly 8 months now. I would love to leave now." I said, looking out the window.
"Ok, I just, keep forgetting that you're an alien. You have your own life and your own troubles. No need to stay here with someone like me." She said, getting visibly sad. It was new for me seeing her sad as she was always optimistic.
"I'm sorry. But look, I'll come back! I can come back and you could travel with me!" I said, hoping she wouldn't be as sad. She brightened up a little.
"You want me to travel with you?" She asked. I nodded.
"I would love that! I could show you the wonders of the universe. So many times, planets, and more that I can show you. There's so much that even I haven't seen some of it." I said. She laughed, which got the attention of the teacher.
"Hey! Would you like to share with the rest of the class what you're talking about?" She asked. I shook my head, but Max was just smiling. Two kids started whispering, wondering what we were talking about.
"She probably asked him to take her virginity. And he said yes." One of them said. This got me mad. I leaned forward.
"Hey kid, how old are you?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed.
"Older than you, I'm 15." He said. I nodded.
"Ok good, judging by the person you're texting on your phone, I'd say she's a girl you're dating. Now based on the profile picture, she's someone that isn't scared to show some skin. Now since that can arouse a male anyway, that's sexting. Judging by that, I'd say you have more pictures which means that she distributes child pornography which is illegal. If I'm right, that means either she's leading you on, or you've already done it. Now your face isn't showing much to disprove it so you're clearly used to saying you have done it, which means you've done it multiple times. I've also noticed that ears listen but eyes wander, you've been glancing at Max this entire class. Judging by the comment earlier, that means you don't necessarily want to be with her, but you're attracted to her. You want her. Which means you've disconnected, what we'll call 'doing the deed' with an actual relationship. So to disprove your claim, no, she did not ask me that. Even if she did, I would say no because I'm not an idiot. You don't fall in love at the age of 15. You may feel love, but that's hormones, not love. You may very well end up with her in the future, but I don't think you're in love with her or any of the other dozen girls you've dishonored." I finished my little monologue and sat back. The entire class was shocked, as they were listening to it after a while. I think the girls were more shocked than anything. I could see some of them rethinking past decisions. The teacher was at a loss for words. I motioned her to keep going.
"Um, right. Ok, let's head to the auditorium." She said, gathering her clipboard and other things. She got up and gathered the class to leave.
"Ok, so you can pick Honors algebra 2 or Geometry after algebra. What about regular algebra 2? I mean I personally think I would take an honors class but still for those you passed algebra 1, and hate shapes. Why don't you leave something for them?" I asked the math teacher of sophomores.
"Well, it's simple. If you excel in algebra here, you move to algebra 2. If you do ok, then we start you off at Geometry." He responded.
"But what if you don't like Geometry?" I asked. He seemed to get kind of annoyed.
"Then you better do well in Algebra 1." He said. I nodded and walked off. I found max, looking at an Art class.
"Hey, what have you found?" I asked. She turned to me.
"Oh hey, I'm pretty good at art 1, so I'm thinking of skipping to Art 2." She said, kind of upset.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She sighed.
"Look, do you honestly think you're going to leave by next year?" She asked.
"Yeah, but like I said, I can get the TARDIS back by then. I'll visit you, and we can go traveling." I said. She sighed.
"Look, remember how I told you I can tell when people lie? Well somewhere in that statement, you are lying. It's either about leaving or coming back for me. So which is it?" She asked. I was shocked at her accusation.
"What do you mean? Of course I'll come back for you." I said. She perked up.
"You weren't lying then, that means you don't think you'll leave by next year." She said. My heart fell. Did I really think I was going to leave by then? Of course not, something kept me here for a reason. I very highly doubt that they would let me leave. I sighed and put my hands to my eyes.
"Of course not. Why would I ever think that." I said. She pulled me in for a hug.
"Hey it's going to be ok, I promise I'll help you through this." Then she started to laughed.
"What are you laughing about?" I asked.
"Well, I never thought I would be here comforting you." She said. I smiled.
"True, but you have gotten better." I said. She pulled away and looked confused.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Well, you're growing out your hair." I said.
"So?" She asked.
"Well, judging by your family pictures, your hair was long before the incident with your friend. You also regularly cut it when we first met. You haven't cut it in nearly a month now." I said. She shook her head.
"I'm trying a new style. It doesn't mean anything." She said in response.
"Fine. I'll believe you." I said. She got a flirty look.
"Don't be sarcastic, I don't want to have to punish you." She said.
"Mom!" I said in an angsty teen voice. She laughed and let go.
"Let's go check out other classes." She said. I nodded.
"Ok, can you come by the junkyard?" I asked.
"Sure, do you want me to bring a swimsuit?" She asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm testing my homemade time machine. I'll need a substitute time machine until the TARDIS gets restored. So I'm inviting you to join Chelsea and I. You can be my companion." I said. She got excited.
"You want me to watch you time travel?" She asked. Her voice cracked a little. I shook my head.
"No, I want you to come with us!" I said. She laughed in excitement. No one looked this time. She nodded.
"Can I pick the time?" She asked. I nodded.
"Sure, why not. But no Middle Ages. I don't need the plague, again." I said. She looked a little confused but nodded.
"Ok. I'll tell you when we get there. Should I dress for the occasion?" She asked. I nodded.
"Sure, you'll want to fit in whenever we go. So dress up in whatever time period dressing you want. But try not to be stereotypical." I said. She nodded.
"Got it, so no fancy dress?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Not unless you want to be stared at. Come to think of it, the black hair with purple streak kinda does that for you." I said. She nodded.
"So dye my hair and don't wear stereotypical clothes." She asked.
"Really? You'll dye your hair just like that?" I asked. She nodded.
"I was going to plan to dye it blue anyway." I shook my head.
"Blue hair's worse."
"Don't worry, I'll dye it blonde. That is my natural hair color anyway." I nodded.
"Ok, that's better. And try not to wear all black." I said.
"Why? I thought I could choose whatever." She complained.
"Trust me, you don't want a lot of attention. Black does that, any time." I said. She nodded.
"Fine. I'll meet you there tonight." She said. I nodded.
"Ok, say 6:00 pm?" I asked. She nodded.
"Sounds good. See you then!" She said excitingly. She ran off. I smiled. Then I heard a voice from behind me.
"You could so much better than her." A girl said behind me. It was this girl with dirty blonde hair, a lot cut top, and short shorts.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She grabbed my hands and got close to me.
"Well, I heard what you said in Algebra today to that one guy. You seem to be someone that values a relationship. I want a guy like that. What do you say? Wanna date?" She said, getting close to me. My hormones were freaking out, but I was able to stay in the right mind.
"What's my name?" I asked. She looked confused.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"If you want a good relationship so bad, then you should know the other person's name. I don't want you to ask me out without knowing who I am." I said. She clearly didn't know.
"Jack?" She asked. I shook my head and let go of her hands.
"Want a good relationship? Try getting to know the person." I said. I walked off. She yelled out to me.
"Oh yeah? Well what's my name?" She asked. I laughed.
"Tiffiny!" I yelled. She stomped her foot in disappointment. I just walked away.