They Never Knew- A fanfiction by C.B.A. and Cinni
Summary: Jean Cadac is not what one calls special. She's not pretty, isn't academically gifted to say the least, and certainly doesn't have any exceptional talents. But she is in band. However, at her small school in Texas, isn't everybody? So out of everyone, why did the hottest guy in school have to choose her?
Author's Note: Hello everyone! We've finally updated our story after so long! I'm so sorry, that would be my fault! (C.B.A.) So don't blame Cinni, she's the consistent one! Well anyway, please review!
Chapter Five- Hopeless
"Now class, if you'd turn to page 92..." the teacher droned on as he walked to the front of the class as he made his way over to the chalkboard, "We'll be learning about the laws of cosines..." he then began to furiously scribble formulas with his worn down chalk.
Most of the students automatically took out their notebooks as they started to copy down the teacher's annotations.
But not Jean. As she rested the side of her head against the palm of her hand, she used the other to stifle a yawn that was threatening to come. Glancing out the window, she used the teacher's boring lectures as an opportunity to let her mind wander.
Vince Carrington. Vince...Carrington. What a beautiful name. It almost sounded like it could be a song, just by saying it over and over again.
Ahhhhhh...Vince Carrington...Jean was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a rude snort next to her. Alarmed, she looked over at the direction of the sound, only to find a guy eyeing her notebook. As the guy scanned the contents of the page, a wide grin spread across his face when he slowly glanced up at Jean in mock question.
A deep flush spread across Jean's face like wildfire as she instantly covered up her notebook with her arms defensively. Someone had seen her notebook! And she knew that on all the pages, anything but educational notes had been taken on them. But worst of all, most of the scribbles on her notebook were about Vince.
Ashamedly, Jean glimpsed over at the guy who had been looking. Her eyes widened in horror as she came to the realization that it was none other than Xander who had saw her deepest fantasies on that page.
Xander was known as Vince's best friend. Now it was guaranteed he would find out! It would only take a matter of hours for Vince to find out who had a crush on him.
No, he will probably find out at the end of the period when class is over. Why does everything that could possibly go wrong happen to me? Jean miserably shut her notebook as she tried to avoid Xander's gaze. She would try to handle the situation with as much dignity as possible, and it started with not trying to put any more attention on herself.
But even that seemed impossible.
"Hey...hey! Freshman!" Xander whispered as he poked Jean with his pencil when the teacher had his back turned. Jean sighed as she slowly turned her head to look at her crush's best friend.
"Y-yes?" she stammered. Oh no. This is it. This is where he'll question her and ask what makes her think that she even has the right to like the most popular guy at school.
"Why are you taking notes about Vince when you should be taking notes about what Mr. Hence is saying?" Xander suppressed a grin as he observed the mortified look on the girl's face. Even though he kept his voice low, he knew that the freshman, along with surrounding students had heard every word.
"I-I wasn't, I-"
"Yes you were, I saw what you wrote. I'm not blind. Who couldn't see a paper that has 'I love Vince Carrington' and 'Mrs. Carrington' scribbled all over it?"
Much to Jean's dismay, she heard a couple of snickers from surrounding students. What was she thinking, writing things like that? She should have known at least someone would see it. Well with her kind of luck, in any case.
"How old is this girl, anyway?" Jean heard someone whisper behind her.
"'Mrs. Carrington'? Jeez, someone tell her to grow the hell up.." another one whispered back. With each comment that was made, Jean's face grew redder and redder.
"What's all the commotion about? Why aren't you students in the back taking notes? I want to see all of you with your notebooks open and your pencils moving. That means you too, Jean Cadac. I see you haven't been taking notes all period. Get going." Mr. Hence gave a disapproving frown, mostly at Jean, before he turned away as the sound of chalk scraping against the board was once more heard.
"Now then, in order to solve problem 32, you must first follow the formula..."
Jean desolately opened her notebook once more, only to see her scribbles. She hastily turned a couple pages as she reached into her book bag for a pencil, since the other one she had been using had fallen off her desk, and rolled by Xander's feet. There was no way she would get any closer to him then she had to. Just as she found a pencil, she unwillingly heard Xander comment about something to a guy in front of him.
"Oh, but teacher, the freshman over here has been taking notes...about Vince. Does that count?" Both Xander and his friend quietly laughed about this.
Jean shrunk down in her seat as she reluctantly began to take notes. Why was her life so warped and pathetic? Why did she have the worst luck ever?
"Miss Cadac, sit up in your seat properly, or you'll most likely be tempted to fall asleep in my class again. Or would you just like a detention?" A couple of students snickered at this or just rolled their eyes at each other in distaste.
Jean rested her case.
Author's note: Yes! I'm done! One thing I would like to say though, is that I purposely made Jean write down stupid things so I could give the students a reason to make fun of her. So no, I'm not a corny writer, I just really needed to make up something that was ridiculously unintelligent. I mean, come on, "Mrs. Carrington"? Now that's stupid!
