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Crossing Paths - Chapter Three

"Ah, shit." I mutter. "Work already." I sigh, and get ready to settle down for a long class period. Mr. Gerant takes attendance, then has a few students help to pass out books. I'm starting to think I should just drop all my classes. Hey, then I wouldn't have to come to school at all. Think that'll work? Yeah, not gonna happen.

"I can't believe we have to do work already." Mike whines, turning in his desk to face me.

I shrug. "You know every year someone has to make us do work. It's like an untold rule. Or something." I reply, a sigh escaping me. "If it makes you feel better, I have homework in Trig."

With that said, Mike's face lights up. He grins, "Yeah, it does." I roll my eyes and he says, "I still want to drop Psychology though."

I roll my eyes again. "You want to be a Psychologist, but yet, you don't want to take Psychology. Yeah, Mike, makes sense." I shake my head. He can be so dumb sometimes. I haven't ever met anyone with the same logical thinking as him. Who knows what goes on in his head. I'm scared to even know.

"No seriously," He says starting to defending himself. "I just... It doesn't make sense does it?"

I lean forward and scrunch my face. Shaking my head I say, "No, it really doesn't. But hey, what ever floats your boat, I guess." I lean back again, and a book slams down on my desk. I practically jump out of my seat. I look up at the person quickly.

"Hey, Matt!" She says grinning from ear to ear.

I sigh. "Hey Sora." I say a little agitated. Great, she's in this class. I swear this day can't get any worse. It's not that I don't like her, it's just for some odd reason she likes me. And I've told her over and over that she's just a friend, but yet, she keeps hanging around. Plus, I'm not having a good day as it is, and she's one person that I didn't exactly want to see. She's too happy for me, just like Mimi. I'm praying I don't run into her either. Man, I'm such a nice person, aren't I? Yeah, well, everyone has their bad days.

"What's up?" She asks happily, setting another book on someone else's desk.

I shake my head. "Nothing much." No, I don't plan on asking her what's up. I'm trying to make her go away. I open my book, and start reading the first thing I open to. Maybe ignoring her will make her go away. I hear foot steps and glance up. Good, she's walking away. I sigh in relief, "Man."

I hear Daisuke laugh. "You really don't like her, do you?"

I shake my head. "Not like she likes me. I've told her that and yet she still keeps coming back."

Daisuke shrugs. "Can't help ya there."

I laugh before I can stop myself.

"Okay class, settle down. Open your books to page twenty-three." Mr. Gerant orders. "We're not starting at Chapter One..."

See, there's that tuning out thing again. I should really be paying attention, but I can't help but worry about my other classes. I can find something wrong with all my classes for far, and I don't plan on naming them. I take my schedule out of my back pocket. Let's see, I have lunch next. Then Physics, World History, and lastly Chemistry. Ugh, I hope my next classes aren't as bad as my first three. I knew I should have stayed in bed today, and just made Takeru walk to school. The bell rings snapping me out of my thoughts. I grab my books and get out of my desk.

Mike stands also. He turns to me, "Do you have lunch next?" He asks.

"Yeah, do you?" I say nodding. He nods in return. "Well, I gotta stop by my locker so I can put these books away."

"Okay."

We leave the classroom with the rest of the students. I make my way to my locker, lets hope I can find it. Ah ha! There it is! I walk over to it, and I have to take out my schedule to see what the combination is. 23-42-1. Okay. I get the combination on the first try. Hey, I have four years of experience. I set my books inside, and shut the locker. I turn around and Mike is there waiting for me.

"Off to lunch." He states simply.

The lunch room is really crowded, well, at least it will be until everyone sits down. We only have two lunch periods this year, last year there was three. Don't know why they changed it. Mike and I get our food, and then sit down at the first table available. Jeff joins us a few minutes later. Then the table is filled with everyone I know. I sigh, "You know what," I look down at my pizza and then back up at Mike. "I'm not really hungry." I stand up and grab my tray. I turn around to walk up to the trash where I can throw my food away, but something collides into me.

I drop my tray and realize that I'm now wearing my pizza. All over my shirt. "Ooh," I hear. "I'm sorry." I glance up at whoever did this to me. Damn. I can't get away from him. "Let me get that." Taichi says, reaching out and taking the piece of pizza off my shirt. I glance around the lunch room. Oh, great. Everyone is staring. This has not been my day. Taichi's voice snaps me back to reality, "I'm really sorry. You want me to help you get cleaned up?"

I can only stare at him blankly. He raises his eyebrow, and I shake my head. "No, it's fine." I say, bending down and picking up my tray. I hold it out for him to put the piece of pizza on, but instead he takes the tray from me. He sets the piece of pizza on it, and I suddenly react. "No, it's fine. I got it." I say, grabbing the tray from him.

"No, really. Let me help you. It's my fault." He replies grabbing the tray again. What the hell?

I don't let go of the tray. And so starts a battle of tug-a-war. "No, it's fine. I don't need help." I say back.

"Come on." He says. "Just let me help you." He gives tug.

"Fine." I say, letting go of the tray just as he tugs on it. The result is the pizza flying up and hitting him in the face. "Oops, my bad." I say, and then turn around and make my way towards the exit of the lunch room. I can hear low whispers and snickers as I leave. I walk into the boy's bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Well, this shirt is ruined. I grab some paper towel and wet it with cold water. I rub off as much as I can. Shit, can this day get any worse. Wait, didn't I say that before? And didn't it just get worse? Where's some wood so I can knock on it. I've been jinxing myself all damn day.

I hear the entrance to the bathroom open. I can only guess who it is. I watch through the mirror as Taichi rounds the corner and comes into my view. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. I stare at him blankly until he clears his throat. "Um," He says looking uncomfortable. I shrug, and turn away from the mirror and towards him.

As I brush past him on my way out of the bathroom I mutter, "Sorry about the pizza."

I hear him say, "Yeah, you too." As the door closes behind me.

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Aero-Grrl: Look, just like a promised--Tai was in this one... A whole heck of a lot more than the last two chapters. They actually talked! ^^;; Well, please review! If anyone wants to know when I post more chapters, leave your email in your review and I'll email you when I do! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed!! -Ciao