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Chapter Twelve
Monday, Monday
~Gordo~
Okay, so today is my third day of being Ethan, but somehow, I'm nervous. I mean, I was kind of thinking that this would only be a week and what could happen in a week, right? Oh, right, A LOT can happen in a week. A LOT can happen in one day. Especially now that we have to interact with other people. The worst part is, I don't have but one class with him so I can't watch out for him. I have to retake the science I took last year and I get a free period. . .that I get to spend with Lizzie.
Oh, wait, that will be weird because I kissed her. Wait, no I didn't Ethan did. Ethan is me and I am Ethan. All I have to do is remember that for today and give Ethan the homework I did and I should be set . . .assuming Ethan turns in my homework.
Anyway, after I got dressed into what I thought looked very Ethanesque, I went to school. I decided to walk because it occurred to me that he lived a lot closer to the school than in did and it would save the whole "who should I sit next to?" thing. Oh God! Who is Ethan as me going to sit next to. He better not sit next to someone like Kate. I really don't care to become friends with Kate this week, either as Ethan or Ethan as me.
Right as I was entering the school, Ethan came up to me. Without sounding vain or anything, he actually didn't do to badly when he got dressed. I suppose he could pass as me. . .as long as he doesn't talk or anything. . .at all.
Surprisingly enough, he gave me a folder and said, "Uh, here's my homework to turn into class. Also, inside my book bag is my schedule."
Wow, for once Ethan was on the ball, "Thanks," I said, and I reached into the backpack I was carrying and handed him a few papers with my schedule on top, "Do you have any questions?"
Ethan looked at my schedule and shook his head, "Nah, I think I can handle it. Thanks," he smiled, "Oh, right, should we meet up at lunch, to you know, recap?"
Wow. I don't give that guy enough credit, do I? "Uh, sure," I said, "Yeah, I like that idea. Meet me at that bench in the courtyard at lunch, okay?"
Ethan nodded his head, "Okay, I'll see you then." Ethan waved and we went our separate directions. I nearly bumped into Lizzie on my way to my new first class, history.
"Oh! Ethan! Hey!" She said, as if she was happy to see me. I smiled back, "I thought we could meet in the library to study during fourth. Is that okay with you?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, okay."
"Great," Lizzie said, smiling. I love her smile, "See you then."
I nodded and headed to Ethan's locker. The combination was written on the schedule and when I opened it, it was pretty messy. I expected it to be like that, though. I got his history book and slammed it shut when I saw Kate on the other side of the door, smiling. I jumped when I saw her there.
"Ethan! Hey! I didn't see you on the bus this morning. I thought you weren't going to be here today or something," Kate said, sounding worried.
"Nah, I just decided to walk."
"Care to walk me to my first class?"
Care to walk off a cliff? Oh, right, I'm supposed to be Ethan. What would Ethan do in this situation? Okay, I don't know that one, but what would I do as Ethan in this situation. Kate must have noticed that I hadn't given her an answer, because she then said, "Silly! Don't you remember I have French first period?"
Oh, right, she has that class with Lizzie. I really don't want to walk all that way with her, though, "Sorry," I said, "But I have to get to history early. I have to ask the teacher a question."
"Oh," Kate said. I was surprised she didn't say anything about it though, because what I just said didn't sound like an Ethan thing to say, "Well, have fun in history. See you at lunch."
No you won't. I'll be with Ethan. I let her walk away, though, without saying anything. I went to history. We had five minutes before class started and I sat down. I sat down in the back, away from the teacher so I wouldn't be expected to talk as much. I didn't really know anyone in that class, except Veruca and I don't even know Veruca all that well so I didn't really talk to anyone. Some guy sat next to me and started talking about this party over the weekend and asked me why I wasn't there. I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged and said, "didn't feel like going."
Class started and we took notes as the teacher lectured us about the French and Indian war. It occurred to me that I would have this class later and would probably be better off with my notes than Ethan's notes, so I guess I will just be making copies all week of the notes I take. Fortunately, this class is all listen and no discussion (which normally I hate because I like participating) so I wasn't expected to talk.
Next, I had Spanish II. I don't take Spanish, I take Latin, so for this class, I thought I was pretty screwed, especially when the teacher announced that we would be having a pop quiz. A lot of people groaned and I wanted to strangle them. At least they knew the general idea of the quiz. It was all. . .Spanish to me. I'll admit I'm smart, but I can't just pull a language out of my head and know all the rules with grammar and spelling. We were given the quiz, and it was on irregular verbs. I don't think I had to try to hard to fail that quiz. I tried to do what I could with what I know in Latin, but I am sure I failed anyway. I feel pretty bad for Ethan right now. All I can say is that I turned in his homework.
After the quiz, the class learned about direct and indirect objects. I copied everything she had on the board, even if I didn't understand any of it. I hope Ethan does.
After that part of hell was over, I had English. Ethan has a different teacher than I do so I had to go to a different room. I was surprised and happy to see Miranda in that class. She was sitting there, reading a book. I said hi to her and sat in the desk behind her. She didn't try to talk to me, probably because I am Ethan and she probably doesn't even remember that I talked with her on Saturday at the Digital Bean.
English was pretty boring. They are reading Dante's Inferno in that class, and I read that a few years ago. I took notes for Ethan's sake, but I was so ready to get out of that class and go study with Lizzie.
After what seemed like days, we were released and I headed to Ethan's locker to get his math book and then I went to the library to wait for Lizzie. Lizzie showed up a few seconds after I did, out of breath. She walked over to where I was and we sat down. "Sorry, I just came from the gym."
I nodded my head. It will be really hard to pretend I am Ethan with her I am surprised she hasn't caught on already. "Do you have your math book?"
I nodded my head and held up Ethan's mathbook.
"Great," she said, "What about your last quiz?"
Oh, right. I hope it's in his book bag. I looked through all the papers and I finally found a few math quizzes. I handed them to Lizzie and watched as she cringed as she looked at the grades. I peeked and saw that Ethan got a 34 on the last quiz and had to be averaging a 60 in all the other quizzes. The highest grade he had was an 82, and that was on the first quiz of the year, which was basic addition and subtraction."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "I guess we will start with the first chapter and build up to Chapter three."
I smiled, weakly, "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Do you have your notes?"
I got out Ethan's notebook and turned to the Math section and showed them to her. She looked over them, "These are good notes. Do you have any specific problems in chapter one?"
I didn't know the answer to that one. I guess I am just going to have to be vague, "Yeah, expressions using variables is hard."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that's the whole chapter."
I nodded my head, "I know. I had a problem with the whole chapter."
Lizzie sighed, "Okay, let's start with section one."
Lizzie went on to explain the first three sections of the first chapter as I half-paid attention to what she said. You know, she would make a good teacher some day. She is smart, beautiful, funny, and has a great personality. You know, I bet she could teach me a few things. . .
I snapped out of it and came to my senses. I should probably make her feel good by asking her questions or something, "Uh, how do you do number three?" I asked pointing to a problem on the page. Lizzie looked over the problem and used one of the sheets of paper in Ethan's notebook to explain the process as she went through it step by step. Of course, I understood how to do the problem, but I started to feel bad. Ethan would actually benefit from this tutorial. I took that away from him by making this stupid wish. I didn't even really get to talk to Lizzie during this time, and I knew what she was talking about, while Ethan was probably flunking math. I made a personal note to remember to try and help Ethan with his work if he had any problems.
It seemed like as soon as the bell rang for lunch, Lizzie shot up and said, "Well, I have to go see Gordo now. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
Uh-oh. She seemed sort of anxious. Also, what does she need to see me for? I mean, -------Oh, my God-she wants to talk to me about yesterday. She can't do that. I have to stop her, "Wait!" I said, and I think it probably came out louder than I wanted it to, "Don't go!"
Lizzie looked at me like I was crazy, "Why not?"
"I don't know," I said, needing to think of something fast, "It's just I like spending time with you, that's all." It was the first thing I could think of, and it somehow sounded wrong coming from Ethan's voice, "I mean, you are really helping me in math."
Lizzie smiled and rolled her eyes, "Ethan, this has only been the first day. How can you even tell that I have helped you?"
"I just can, that's all," I said, trying to pull off the Ethan smile thing that all the girls seem to dig, although, I have a feeling it looked funny when I did it.
"Well, that's sweet, but I really have to talk to Gordo now."
"No, you can't!" I said, again, louder than I anticipated, "I mean, because I really need to talk to him right now about something."
"About what?" Lizzie asked, sounding both intrigued and disbelieving.
"I can't say," I said, and then it occurred to me that she might ask "Gordo" later about it, "I mean its personal and Gordo made me promise not to tell anyone."
Lizzie raised her eyebrow, "Gordo is telling you secrets?"
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head, but the way she made it sound had so much doubt, I couldn't resist, "Why wouldn't Gordo tell me secrets?"
"Oh, no reason," Lizzie said, "I mean, I just didn't realize you and Gordo were such good friends."
Well, Ethan and I aren't exactly best friends, but I guess we are friends to some extent, "We talk. Anyway, it would probably be in your best interest to keep away from us during lunch."
Lizzie looked at me strangely, "Okay, I need to work on homework anyway. Will you just tell Gordo to call me?"
"Sure," I said, and I left the library to go see Ethan. I hope he hasn't done anything stupid being me. Okay, I doubt he has, but you never know
Luckily, Ethan was there waiting for me on the bench, "Hey," I said, "How was your day?" I said, as I sat next to him on the bench.
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~Ethan~
"Good," I said, as mustard fell onto my lap. I hope Gordo didn't notice that I stained his clothes, but this sandwich is so good.
"That's good," Gordo said, and I think I saw relief in that expression, "So what went on with you? What happened in my classes?"
"Well," I said, "You have the same classes as I do, well with the exception of chemistry, but I didn't blow anything up, so it's all good."
"Did anything happen that I should know about?"
I thought for a few minutes. Do I really want to tell him that he has detention after school?
~~~
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Chapter Twelve
Monday, Monday
~Gordo~
Okay, so today is my third day of being Ethan, but somehow, I'm nervous. I mean, I was kind of thinking that this would only be a week and what could happen in a week, right? Oh, right, A LOT can happen in a week. A LOT can happen in one day. Especially now that we have to interact with other people. The worst part is, I don't have but one class with him so I can't watch out for him. I have to retake the science I took last year and I get a free period. . .that I get to spend with Lizzie.
Oh, wait, that will be weird because I kissed her. Wait, no I didn't Ethan did. Ethan is me and I am Ethan. All I have to do is remember that for today and give Ethan the homework I did and I should be set . . .assuming Ethan turns in my homework.
Anyway, after I got dressed into what I thought looked very Ethanesque, I went to school. I decided to walk because it occurred to me that he lived a lot closer to the school than in did and it would save the whole "who should I sit next to?" thing. Oh God! Who is Ethan as me going to sit next to. He better not sit next to someone like Kate. I really don't care to become friends with Kate this week, either as Ethan or Ethan as me.
Right as I was entering the school, Ethan came up to me. Without sounding vain or anything, he actually didn't do to badly when he got dressed. I suppose he could pass as me. . .as long as he doesn't talk or anything. . .at all.
Surprisingly enough, he gave me a folder and said, "Uh, here's my homework to turn into class. Also, inside my book bag is my schedule."
Wow, for once Ethan was on the ball, "Thanks," I said, and I reached into the backpack I was carrying and handed him a few papers with my schedule on top, "Do you have any questions?"
Ethan looked at my schedule and shook his head, "Nah, I think I can handle it. Thanks," he smiled, "Oh, right, should we meet up at lunch, to you know, recap?"
Wow. I don't give that guy enough credit, do I? "Uh, sure," I said, "Yeah, I like that idea. Meet me at that bench in the courtyard at lunch, okay?"
Ethan nodded his head, "Okay, I'll see you then." Ethan waved and we went our separate directions. I nearly bumped into Lizzie on my way to my new first class, history.
"Oh! Ethan! Hey!" She said, as if she was happy to see me. I smiled back, "I thought we could meet in the library to study during fourth. Is that okay with you?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah, okay."
"Great," Lizzie said, smiling. I love her smile, "See you then."
I nodded and headed to Ethan's locker. The combination was written on the schedule and when I opened it, it was pretty messy. I expected it to be like that, though. I got his history book and slammed it shut when I saw Kate on the other side of the door, smiling. I jumped when I saw her there.
"Ethan! Hey! I didn't see you on the bus this morning. I thought you weren't going to be here today or something," Kate said, sounding worried.
"Nah, I just decided to walk."
"Care to walk me to my first class?"
Care to walk off a cliff? Oh, right, I'm supposed to be Ethan. What would Ethan do in this situation? Okay, I don't know that one, but what would I do as Ethan in this situation. Kate must have noticed that I hadn't given her an answer, because she then said, "Silly! Don't you remember I have French first period?"
Oh, right, she has that class with Lizzie. I really don't want to walk all that way with her, though, "Sorry," I said, "But I have to get to history early. I have to ask the teacher a question."
"Oh," Kate said. I was surprised she didn't say anything about it though, because what I just said didn't sound like an Ethan thing to say, "Well, have fun in history. See you at lunch."
No you won't. I'll be with Ethan. I let her walk away, though, without saying anything. I went to history. We had five minutes before class started and I sat down. I sat down in the back, away from the teacher so I wouldn't be expected to talk as much. I didn't really know anyone in that class, except Veruca and I don't even know Veruca all that well so I didn't really talk to anyone. Some guy sat next to me and started talking about this party over the weekend and asked me why I wasn't there. I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged and said, "didn't feel like going."
Class started and we took notes as the teacher lectured us about the French and Indian war. It occurred to me that I would have this class later and would probably be better off with my notes than Ethan's notes, so I guess I will just be making copies all week of the notes I take. Fortunately, this class is all listen and no discussion (which normally I hate because I like participating) so I wasn't expected to talk.
Next, I had Spanish II. I don't take Spanish, I take Latin, so for this class, I thought I was pretty screwed, especially when the teacher announced that we would be having a pop quiz. A lot of people groaned and I wanted to strangle them. At least they knew the general idea of the quiz. It was all. . .Spanish to me. I'll admit I'm smart, but I can't just pull a language out of my head and know all the rules with grammar and spelling. We were given the quiz, and it was on irregular verbs. I don't think I had to try to hard to fail that quiz. I tried to do what I could with what I know in Latin, but I am sure I failed anyway. I feel pretty bad for Ethan right now. All I can say is that I turned in his homework.
After the quiz, the class learned about direct and indirect objects. I copied everything she had on the board, even if I didn't understand any of it. I hope Ethan does.
After that part of hell was over, I had English. Ethan has a different teacher than I do so I had to go to a different room. I was surprised and happy to see Miranda in that class. She was sitting there, reading a book. I said hi to her and sat in the desk behind her. She didn't try to talk to me, probably because I am Ethan and she probably doesn't even remember that I talked with her on Saturday at the Digital Bean.
English was pretty boring. They are reading Dante's Inferno in that class, and I read that a few years ago. I took notes for Ethan's sake, but I was so ready to get out of that class and go study with Lizzie.
After what seemed like days, we were released and I headed to Ethan's locker to get his math book and then I went to the library to wait for Lizzie. Lizzie showed up a few seconds after I did, out of breath. She walked over to where I was and we sat down. "Sorry, I just came from the gym."
I nodded my head. It will be really hard to pretend I am Ethan with her I am surprised she hasn't caught on already. "Do you have your math book?"
I nodded my head and held up Ethan's mathbook.
"Great," she said, "What about your last quiz?"
Oh, right. I hope it's in his book bag. I looked through all the papers and I finally found a few math quizzes. I handed them to Lizzie and watched as she cringed as she looked at the grades. I peeked and saw that Ethan got a 34 on the last quiz and had to be averaging a 60 in all the other quizzes. The highest grade he had was an 82, and that was on the first quiz of the year, which was basic addition and subtraction."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "I guess we will start with the first chapter and build up to Chapter three."
I smiled, weakly, "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Do you have your notes?"
I got out Ethan's notebook and turned to the Math section and showed them to her. She looked over them, "These are good notes. Do you have any specific problems in chapter one?"
I didn't know the answer to that one. I guess I am just going to have to be vague, "Yeah, expressions using variables is hard."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that's the whole chapter."
I nodded my head, "I know. I had a problem with the whole chapter."
Lizzie sighed, "Okay, let's start with section one."
Lizzie went on to explain the first three sections of the first chapter as I half-paid attention to what she said. You know, she would make a good teacher some day. She is smart, beautiful, funny, and has a great personality. You know, I bet she could teach me a few things. . .
I snapped out of it and came to my senses. I should probably make her feel good by asking her questions or something, "Uh, how do you do number three?" I asked pointing to a problem on the page. Lizzie looked over the problem and used one of the sheets of paper in Ethan's notebook to explain the process as she went through it step by step. Of course, I understood how to do the problem, but I started to feel bad. Ethan would actually benefit from this tutorial. I took that away from him by making this stupid wish. I didn't even really get to talk to Lizzie during this time, and I knew what she was talking about, while Ethan was probably flunking math. I made a personal note to remember to try and help Ethan with his work if he had any problems.
It seemed like as soon as the bell rang for lunch, Lizzie shot up and said, "Well, I have to go see Gordo now. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
Uh-oh. She seemed sort of anxious. Also, what does she need to see me for? I mean, -------Oh, my God-she wants to talk to me about yesterday. She can't do that. I have to stop her, "Wait!" I said, and I think it probably came out louder than I wanted it to, "Don't go!"
Lizzie looked at me like I was crazy, "Why not?"
"I don't know," I said, needing to think of something fast, "It's just I like spending time with you, that's all." It was the first thing I could think of, and it somehow sounded wrong coming from Ethan's voice, "I mean, you are really helping me in math."
Lizzie smiled and rolled her eyes, "Ethan, this has only been the first day. How can you even tell that I have helped you?"
"I just can, that's all," I said, trying to pull off the Ethan smile thing that all the girls seem to dig, although, I have a feeling it looked funny when I did it.
"Well, that's sweet, but I really have to talk to Gordo now."
"No, you can't!" I said, again, louder than I anticipated, "I mean, because I really need to talk to him right now about something."
"About what?" Lizzie asked, sounding both intrigued and disbelieving.
"I can't say," I said, and then it occurred to me that she might ask "Gordo" later about it, "I mean its personal and Gordo made me promise not to tell anyone."
Lizzie raised her eyebrow, "Gordo is telling you secrets?"
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head, but the way she made it sound had so much doubt, I couldn't resist, "Why wouldn't Gordo tell me secrets?"
"Oh, no reason," Lizzie said, "I mean, I just didn't realize you and Gordo were such good friends."
Well, Ethan and I aren't exactly best friends, but I guess we are friends to some extent, "We talk. Anyway, it would probably be in your best interest to keep away from us during lunch."
Lizzie looked at me strangely, "Okay, I need to work on homework anyway. Will you just tell Gordo to call me?"
"Sure," I said, and I left the library to go see Ethan. I hope he hasn't done anything stupid being me. Okay, I doubt he has, but you never know
Luckily, Ethan was there waiting for me on the bench, "Hey," I said, "How was your day?" I said, as I sat next to him on the bench.
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~Ethan~
"Good," I said, as mustard fell onto my lap. I hope Gordo didn't notice that I stained his clothes, but this sandwich is so good.
"That's good," Gordo said, and I think I saw relief in that expression, "So what went on with you? What happened in my classes?"
"Well," I said, "You have the same classes as I do, well with the exception of chemistry, but I didn't blow anything up, so it's all good."
"Did anything happen that I should know about?"
I thought for a few minutes. Do I really want to tell him that he has detention after school?
~~~
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