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the social system: chapter two
El didn't know why she cheated off the Wheeler kid.
Actually, she did. She needed answers and she definitely wasn't going to get them from the idiots beside her. So, her only option was from the somewhat competent kid in front of her.
Although that was a bit of an understatement. El knew Mike and his friends were by far some of the smartest kids in the school.
El remembered in class Mike looking off somewhere to his right and figured it was the perfect opportunity to not fail the first test of the year (even if it wasn't for any actual marks.)
And seriously, who has a test on the first day back?
Unfortunately for El, she happened to get caught. Not the biggest problem but definitely a problem. Mrs. Sanders gave her a vicious look and El found herself using Mike's floofy hair as a barricade to block out the judgemental staredown.
When class ended, Mrs. Sanders was staring her down like a hawk. El handed in her test and received the dreaded can you stay after class?
El figured it would be the usual "You need to try harder." Or "Don't do this again." El thought all she needed to do was say the words the teacher wanted to hear, but when El heard Mrs. Sanders start talking about a tutor, she knew she was in deep.
El sighed. She did not want a tutor, or a study-buddy, whatever Mrs. Sanders called it. El didn't want to spend an hour or two after school every day doing more school. If she spent too much time focused on school her brain would implode, and the janitors probably wouldn't like that.
El left the class and almost ran into the Wheeler kid, Mike. He was doing some weird chin thing while holding the locker in front of him. It confused her so much she stopped in her tracks. For starters, what was this chin thing he was doing? It looked so unnatural and forced, El almost laughed.
And who's locker was he holding? She definitely knows it's not his.
Not that she's been keeping tabs on him or where his locker's located, or anything.
But people are given lockers based on alphabetical order of last name. El's locker was nearby, and there was no way W was close to H. She would've noticed him hanging around here if it was.
They made eye contact and El shook her head, walking past him. "Nerd…" She muttered.
She noticed him frown but she didn't stop to apologize.
El spent the lunch period alone at a table in the cafeteria. She felt the people around her's eyes drifting towards her and staring. Usually, her friend Max would be sitting with her, but she decided to skip the first day of school, leaving El alone, because Max was just so cool.
People in school liked to talk.
And for some reason, they found her intimidating. Maybe it was her nonchalant attitude. Or maybe it was the fact that her dad was the chief of police.
Yeah, that one makes more sense.
After an uneventful lunch, El headed to her third-period class, Biology. It was boring. Lame.
And finally, English. By far her easiest subject. There was something about the English language that intrigued her. All the delicacies and intricacies attracted her.
And not to mention El loved reading, although her love became strained when she was forced to do it in class and it was something as confusing as Shakespeare.
She actually liked English, compared to all of the other confusing classes like math, math and more math.
She showed up to class late. Purely accidental but it helped reinforce the badass reputation she has, for some reason.
Mr. Jacobs, their English teacher, gave her the lovely news that he didn't have enough King Lear books, and she'd have to share. And with Mike of all people.
Not like there was anything wrong with that.
But people in school liked to talk. And she's heard what they've said about Mike and his friends.
Although she didn't personally see anything wrong with liking comic books and nerdy games, not everyone else saw it like that.
Instead of reading, which she usually loves, she could barely even pick up the book. She never liked being forced to do anything, and the language used made her want to throw the book out of the nearest window.
El had spent the entire class talking to Mike, instead. Which was...nice.
She thought he was funny. Their conversation flowed well. She immediately noticed he was a lot taller than her. He had freckles splayed across his cheeks and nose and his dark eyes were always warm. He seemed like a nice enough guy
But every now and then she would notice someone in the class looking back at the two of them and she knew what they were thinking.
Something along the lines about how she was hanging out with a nerd.
El had personally never talked to Mike before, but from this interaction, she knew he was definitely a goody two shoes. Always doing his homework, always listening to the teachers.
They joked about her terrible study habits and Mike even mentioned how he knew she tried to cheat off of him.
He didn't seem angry or anything, which was cool.
He offered to let her keep the book, even though she figured Mike would actually bother to do the homework, so it'd be better if he had it.
That was another thing, El hated about English class, the assigned reading questions.
Mike looked pretty shaken up when El said she probably wouldn't do the homework questions either. She almost laughed at that.
The next morning, El spotted her friend Max's vibrant red hair through the crowd in the hallway. She waiting at her locker for El.
"Maxine. Nice to see you on this beautiful morning." El beamed to her friend.
"Why the hell did you just call me Maxine? Why are you so happy? What the hell did I miss yesterday?" Max interrogated.
"Jeez, relax." El said. "I just missed my best friend."
Max glared at her in disbelief, but it was the truth.
"But yesterday was a pretty interesting day." El went on to say. "I'm already failing one of my classes, and it's only the second day."
"How'd you mess up that bad?" Max asked.
"We were given a test to complete-"
"On the first day?"
El nodded. "Yeah. And I didn't know how to do some of the questions, so I casually glanced off of the guy in front of me, Mike Wheeler's test. And I got caught."
Max laughed. "I guess you weren't that casual, then, huh."
El glared at her best friend, but she couldn't hold it, laughing after a moment.
"What about you? Huh?" El asked. "What'd you do yesterday that was so important that you had to miss the first day of school?"
"Nothing." Max said. "I just felt like it."
"Wow, you're so cool." El fake admired.
"What can I say? I truly am inspiring."
El laughed and they started walking to their first-period class.
"So anything else happen after that?" Max asked. "Like for the rest of the day."
"Uhh, not much happened in gym, but in English, we ran out of copies of the book we're reading, King Lear. So, I have to share a book with Mike."
"The same guy you cheated off?"
"Yeah."
"Was it awkward?"
"Not really. He brought it up, but he didn't seem to care."
"Is he as big of a nerd as everyone says?" Max pondered.
"Oh yeah. For sure." El confirmed. "But he's actually pretty cool…"
"Pretty cool?" Max mimicked. "It seems pretty weird that you try and cheat off of him, and now you're partners. You're basically married."
El blushed. "We aren't partners or anything. We just need to share some stupid book for the next week. But yeah, ever since I tried cheating off of him, I've seen him, like, a million times more than usual."
"I don't know, El…" Max teased. "Book partners one day, partners in life the next."
"Shut up." El laughed, controlling the redness in her cheeks. "C'mon, we have class. I'm pretty sure there was homework in it."
"Oh wow. You wouldn't happen to have an extra copy of that to share with your best friend?" Max asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Haha. That's assuming I have a copy of my own." El said. "Which I don't."
They entered class. "You're lucky I thought ahead to save you a seat." El said. "You could have been sitting next to some random person right now."
Max bowed to El. "Wow. I am so grateful."
They took their seats at the back of the class. They were actually fairly early to class. They were able to see everyone else file in.
El saw Troy and his friends. They weren't exactly being friendly with a kid named Dustin.
"Out of the way, Toothless!" Troy said, shoving Dustin out of the doorframe so he and his friends could get by.
Troy walked down to his desk.
El watched as Dustin's friends rushed to him. Lucas seemed to ask if Dustin was okay. Mike was there too, actually. He wasn't in their class but he was walking...wait was he looking at her?
Mike gave a small, awkward wave. El smiled back at him and watched as a blush grew on his face.
"What are you doing?" Max asked. "Checking out the nerds?"
"Oh, haha. Yes. Yes, I am." El deadpanned. "The one with the blush staring at me is Mike."
"Aw, he's so cute." Max adored. "Like a deer caught in headlights."
"Hmm." El hummed.
"Or a lost puppy." Max said.
El burst out laughing.
Mike frowned and tilted his head, furthering the lost puppy look.
"Aww."
The final bell rang and El and Max watched as he scuttled off to his class.
"Who were those kids, Mike was with? The ones sitting in the front row?" Max noncommittally asked, trying to remain casual.
El saw right through it. If there's one thing El knew about her friend Max, was that she simply didn't care about anything. Some kid could stand up in the middle of class and scream, and Max would not care.
"Why do you care?" El questioned. "You don't care about stuff like that." It came out as more of a statement than a question.
"That's not true." Max weakly defended. "I care about important things. Like you, my best friend who happens to know the names of the people sitting at the front."
"The one on the left is Dustin. The other is Lucas."
"Interesting…" Max suspiciously said.
"What's so interesting?" El interrogated. "Do you have a crush on them or something?"
Max turned to El wide-eyed. "If you wanna talk about crushes, go over to Mike. He's practically drooling over you."
"Quit being ridiculous." El said, crossing her arms. She was glad nobody was nearby that could listen to their conversation. "We don't even know each other."
"Maybe he was just staring at us because we're just that awesome." El said in a fake posh voice.
They both burst out laughing, apparently too loud, since Dustin and Lucas spun around to glare at them.
Their laughing stopped.
The four of them held eye contact to the point where El was getting weirded out, but didn't want to back down at the same time. She switched between staring at Dustin and Lucas, choosing to focus on Dustin since Max seemed to have Lucas on lock.
Dustin leaned closer to Lucas, maintaining eye contact, and started whispering.
"They're whispering." Max said.
"Should we start whispering, too?" El asked.
"I think we should."
The two girls leaned closer to each other, El even put up her hand to cover her mouth so they couldn't read her lips, all the while maintaining eye contact.
"What do you think they're whispering about?"
"I have no idea."
At the same time, Dustin and Lucas slowly turned back to face the front of the class.
"What the hell just happened?" Max stated. "That was weird."
"Yes. Yes it was." El agreed. She turned to look at Max when she was sure Dustin and Lucas weren't looking at them.
"Why are you blushing?" She innocently asked.
"Shut up."
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The bell to signal the end of class rang.
El and Max gave Dustin and Lucas a wide berth as they exited the class. The two needed to go to their lockers to pick up their books for their next class.
With all of her binders and the textbooks she gets from each class, El's backpack was weighing her down. She opted, instead, to keep as many books in her locker, and as far away from her, as possible. It keeps all the stress away, she told herself.
They grab the stuff they need, while simultaneously unloading all of their biology stuff, and head to calculus.
They were almost late. Well, technically they were late, but Mrs. Sanders was late too. So if anything they were just on time.
A couple of people stared at them as they entered, which isn't something they weren't used to.
She noticed Mike was already in his seat, except he wasn't looking at them. He was actively looking anywhere but them. Right now he had a pretty solid view of his barren desk.
El and Max walked to their seats behind him. "Hello, Michael." She said as she walked by.
His head whipped up to frown at her. He didn't say anything until she was seated.
"Only my mom calls me Michael…" He muttered.
"Okay." She acknowledged, turning to give her resident best friend her attention.
Max was already looking at her however. Her head was tilted down, eyebrows raised in shock.
She was giving her a look.
Probably a why did you just go out of your way to talk to the Wheeler kid look.
El shook her head. "Don't worry about it."
Mrs. Sanders walked into the class, heading to her desk. "Hello everyone, sorry I'm late."
She placed the books in her hand on her desk and stood up, prepared to teach the class. She started talking about factoring and El's brain started to shutdown.
Almost 40 minutes have gone by now, and El was just too confused. She tried paying attention, really, she did.
It was only the second day of class, so Mrs. Sanders was still going over review from last year. El couldn't follow any of what she was saying. That paired with the fact that Mrs. Sanders had been talking for almost 45 minutes made it easier and easier for El to tune her out and focus on random things around her.
El looked over to Max, who seemed to be an ever studious scholar, raptly paying attention, but El knew the facade. Max could be staring intently at the board but all information could be going through one ear and out the other. She was probably thinking about skateboarding or something. El wondered if she could capture her friends attention, but decided against it. What kind of friend would she be if she were to distract her friend from the wonderful knowledge Mrs. Sander's face hole was spewing.
El chuckled at herself for calling a mouth a face hole.
It seemed like Mrs. Sanders has finished teaching her lesson. "I finished marking everyone's diagnostic tests this morning. Some of you did amazing."
Mrs. Sanders seemed to be pointedly looking in Mike's direction when she said that.
"And some of you have a lot to improve on." Mrs. Sanders continued.
Mrs. Sanders turned her fond look for Mike into a stern glare in her own direction.
The bell rang and Mrs. Sanders called out before everyone left. "Don't forget to do the factoring review page in your textbook. Page 23!"
El stood up to walk over to Max.
"And El, Mike. Can I see you after class?" Mrs. Sanders said after.
El's eyes widened and Max turned to look at her. Max raised her eyebrows at her, asking her a silent question. What the hell is going on?
El didn't know for sure. But she had a sneaking suspicion it was slightly related to her incident last class. Mrs. Sanders said she wouldn't call her dad and tell him about it if she put in effort towards actually improving.
El slowly turned to look at Mike, who had been switching from glancing at El to glancing at Mrs. Sanders.
They walked to the front of the class together, trying to squeeze through the aisles of desks side by side.
El turned back to look at Max.
"I'll wait for you outside of class." Max said.
"Alright."
Max headed outside to wait for El.
Once the class was empty, Mrs. Sanders said. "Mike. You had the highest score on the diagnostic test. You got perfect on it."
"Oh, uhh, thanks?" Mike pulled at the collar of his sweater.
He looked so uncomfortable with the praise.
"And El, you got the worst score on it."
Mike frowned at Mrs. Sanders. El had to admit, it was pretty tact of her to expose how poorly she did on the test. "Oh, jeez. Thank you." El sarcastically said. "No need to flatter me."
"I don't say this to embarrass you, or to make you feel inferior." Mrs. Sanders explained. "But so everyone here knows all of the facts. Remember how I told you I was going to find you a tutor?"
El nodded.
"Well, if Mike agrees, then he can start tutoring you." Mrs. Sanders said.
"Oh wow." Mike said, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't feel like I'm put on the spot at all."
El laughed and Mike looked at her. He didn't say anything but he seemed to ask her a question. Is this, do you want to?
She could even see the stutter in the question. El laughed again at that.
Mike seemed to take that as an answer. "Uh, yeah. I could tutor her. If she wants, of course."
"I could do that." El nodded, looking at Mike.
"Perfect. I know it seems like I forced you both into this situation, but know, I think it will be the best for both of you. As you know, Mike, this counts as community service hours, but depending on how good of a job you do, I can boost your marks accordingly." Mrs. Sanders said. "I need to go now, but enjoy your lunch. I'm sure you two can figure out a schedule that works for both of you."
Mrs. Sanders walked out, leaving just Mike and El.
"Well, that was interesting." El finally said, after they couldn't hear the clicking of Mrs. Sanders heels down the hallway.
"I guess I'm your tutor now?" Mike said, although it seemed like more of a question.
El looked to the door, where she saw Max has poked her head through the doorway.
"What was that about?" Max asked out loud as she strolled into the class.
"Mike here, has so generously offered to tutor me in this class. Since I'm currently failing and it's only the second day." El explained.
"If by offering you meant forced, that is exactly what happened." Mike quipped.
"Do you not want to tutor me?" El turned to him, slightly disappointed. She doubted anyone else in class could actually help her. "Because you don't have to. We can tell Mrs. Sanders our schedules conflict or something."
"What, no? I can tutor you. I don't mind or anything." Mike rushed to say, waving his arms and shaking his head.
Max raised her eyebrows. She looked over at El.
El just shook her head, ignoring Max. She wasn't going to assume anything based on Mike's eagerness. Maybe he just needed the volunteer hours.
"And my schedule is pretty open all the time. Except after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have AV club. And sometimes on weekends, I play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends." Mike said, his face progressively getting redder and redder, developing a blush. "Well, that probably sounded kinda lame-"
"Cool?" El interrupted, trying to make it less embarrassing for him. She nodded her head. "That does sound pretty cool."
Max nodded her head. "Yep. Extremely cool."
El rolled her eyes and shot a glare at Max. Her voice was obviously dripping with sarcasm. It probably wouldn't help her to make fun of the guy tutoring her.
"Alright then…" Mike said, taking a couple steps towards the hallway, outside the classroom.
El kept pace and Max scrambled to follow.
"I'm supposed to be in the AV room for lunch with my friends. They're probably wondering where I am." Mike continued.
"You can go meet them." El suggested.
"Well, we'll need to setup some times where we're both available so we can start the tutoring." Mike said. "Are you guys free right now?"
"We were just gonna go to lunch." Max said, pointing in the general direction of the cafeteria.
"If you want, we could try and figure out a schedule during lunch? I'm sure my friends won't miss me."
El looked at Max, silently asking if it was cool that Mike had lunch with them. El didn't have a problem with it, but maybe Max didn't want Mike at their lunch table or something.
"I don't know…" Max said. "I'm not sure if I wanna be seen in public with a Nerd."
Now, El knew Max was joking. This was just how she was, this was just how she joked. But the way she could see Mike's heart tear into tiny pieces was quite literally heartbreaking. His eyebrows drooped and a small frown appeared on his face as he avoided eye contact. He had physically recoiled like he had been hit.
"Yeah, that's understandable." Mike mumbled.
And the fact that he called it understandable? El glared at her best friend. What the hell?
It was just a joke? She shrugged back.
El waved her arms at Mike. Fix it.
"Hey, look." Max said, grabbing his shoulder. "I totally didn't mean that in any hurtful way. It was just a joke. I don't actually care if I'm seen with you. You seem like a pretty cool dude." She tried to amend.
Mike looked up at her, hopeful. "Uhh, don't worry about it. I'm fine. Thank you."
He stopped at an intersection in the hallway. Mike looked to the left and to the right. "Over there," He nodded his head to the left hallway. "That's where my friends probably are."
"In the AV room?" El asked.
"Yeah." Mike said. "I'm sure they'll be fine without me for a day. If you still want to figure out a schedule for tutoring." He looked at her.
El smiled. "Yeah, sure. Let's go to the cafeteria."
The three took the hallway on the right, heading to her usual lunch table.
They walked the short distance to the cafeteria in silence. Mike took a seat first, with El choosing to sit beside him and Max sitting across from the both of them.
Mike looked around the cafeteria. He seemed to be scanning it.
Throughout El's three years of eating lunch in the cafeteria, she doesn't think she has ever seen Mike or his friends eat here.
"Have you ever eaten here before?" She asked him.
"Once." He replied, eyes still scanning. "My first day of my first year. Me and the guys sat down at one of the lunch tables to have...lunch."
"You had lunch here once…" Max said. "And never did it again?"
"Halfway through, Troy and his friends walked up to us. He dumped a half-full carton of chocolate milk on my friend, Will."
"That's terrible." El gasped.
"What a dick." Max muttered.
"After that, we discovered AV Club, which was a saf- better way of eating our lunch."
El noticed he was going to say safer. "I saw Troy in Biology class. He was picking on Dustin."
"Yeah." Mike said. "I saw you guys there." He looked down and El noticed his neck was starting to turn red.
"Troy usually goes out for lunch nowadays." Max commented. "I don't even think he's here right now."
"Oh." Mike said, his eyes stopped darting around the room. He turned to look at them. "That's cool, I guess."
Mike was anxiously bouncing his knee. She could slightly feel his leg against hers.
El nodded and tried to pull out her lunch. It was underneath the few books she kept in her bag. She took the books out, placing them on their table, before finally getting her lunch.
Mike looked at the pile she had made. He nodded down to it. "Did you end up reading that?"
She looked at the King Lear book on the top of the pile. "What do you think?"
"I'll take that as a no, then."
"I think Mr. Jacobs is doing a homework check, too. Seeing if we wrote down the names of all the characters that showed up in the first scene. Which is a shame, since I didn't do that."
"Mr. who?" Mike asked.
"Mr. Jacobs. Our english teacher."
"Oh…You mean Mr. something-or-other. I think I prefer Mr. something-or-other over Mr. Jacobs."
El rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Be delusional then."
"I actually made an extra copy of the homework. I was working on it with Will. He was busy doing something for me, so I decided to be nice and make an extra copy of the homework for him. But for some reason, I made three copies, instead of two." He waved around the extra copy.
"Well, what a coincidence. Since I happen to not have a copy of the homework." El said. "If you could be so nice and give that to me, that'd be great." She batted her eyebrows.
"Ha. Nice try. Maybe I'll just keep it for myself. I could get a nice frame…"
"You know what I think?" El asked. "I think you purposely made an extra copy to give to me, since you knew I wouldn't do the homework."
Mike blushed. "Oh please." He stuttered out. "It was just some coincidence. A mistake."
El patted him on the arm. "If it was just a mistake, then you shouldn't mind just giving it to me."
Mike laughed. "Fine. It's not like I have any use for it, anyway. Just don't expect me to be the kind of tutor that does all of your homework for you. That would seriously suck."
"Oh yeah. I'm sure it would." El teased. "Since you're such a busy person, I wouldn't want to interrupt Dungeons and Dragons or anything."
"Oh, wow. Very funny." Mike said leaning closer to her. "Maybe I'll just take this back then." He grabbed the extra copy of the English homework.
Max had been watching their exchange like El and Mike were characters on the soap operas that El liked to watch at home. Max's eyes were wide and she was just slowly taking bites from her food.
Mike looked down to take another bite of his food and when he wasn't looking, Max winked at El.
El rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Oh, shut up, she mouthed.
"Don't worry. I'll kindly take that extra copy of the…" El stopped talking when a group of boys surrounded their table.
"Why'd you stop talking…" Mike said, looking up before making eye contact with Dustin, Lucas and Will.
"What the hell?" Dustin said. "What. The. Hell?"
"Umm." Mike started to say.
"What the hell?" Dustin interrupted. "What. The. Hell?"
"I think that's-"
"What the hell, Michael." Dustin exasperatedly said.
"He just called you Michael…" El muttered to Mike.
Mike laughed but he tried to stifle it. Dustin seemed serious. He eyed them both down, looking slightly intimidating. He pointed at both of them and slid his thumb across his neck, like a knife.
Mike gulped.
"We have been eating lunch in the AV room for the past twenty minutes. Where have you been? Eating lunch with some girls?" Dustin said. "We have stuff to do."
"Look." Mike said. "I'm sorry, guys. But Mrs. Sanders-"
"Listen, Michael." Dustin interrupted. "We care about you, really, we do. And we aren't mad. Just disappointed. Some people here are acting a bit irrational. So when we all have calmed down," Dustin gave a pointed look to Mike, like he was the one being irrational, "You'll know where to find us. Come on, guys."
Dustin started to walk away, presumably headed back to the AV room. Dustin had made such a kerfuffle that a couple nearby tables were looking at them strangely. El wanted to laugh at whatever it is that just happened but there was an eerie silence, filled by only Dustin's footsteps.
Max was having some sort of staring contest with Mike's friend, Lucas. Except Max seemed slightly confused, her head tilted. While Lucas had some dreamy expression on his face.
Mike was staring at Dustin's retreating figure, his mouth open in shock.
While Mike's other friend, Will, just stood around.
"Well, this went about as well as I thought it would." Will said, breaking the silence. "It was nice meeting you guys. And Mike, if you could stop by the AV room before lunch ends, that'd be great. Thanks."
Will pulled Lucas away, promptly ending his staring contest? The two left the cafeteria.
"Alright then." Mike said, stuffing the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. "That was interesting."
"Yeah, you could say that." Max said. "Who's your friend, Wheeler?"
"The one you were making goo-goo eyes with?" Mike asked.
El bursted out laughing, while Max just glared at him.
"I'm not gonna answer that." She said, crossing her arms.
"Lucas. Lucas Sinclair. He's super cool. I could introduce you two?" Mike said. He started packing up his binders into his bag. "I guess I gotta go talk to them about that scene, huh? Sorry about that, by the way. Dustin is just...acting weird, right now."
"Do you want your copy of the English homework back?" El asked, reaching it out to him.
He waved her off her off and smiled. "Don't worry about it."
He said his goodbyes and started to walk away, but El shouted: "Wait." Delaying his departure even more.
She stood up and half-jogged over to him. He turned around and took a few steps closer to her, to meet her in the middle.
El miscalculated the stopping distance and almost ploughed him down, taking them both out. But Mike steadied them, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him.
They were pretty close together, but she didn't move away. Instead of remaining where she was, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. Mike was still holding her, making sure she was alright. She could clearly see his dark eyes and freckles spread across his cheeks.
"Are you alright?" Mike asked, his voice was low, so only she could hear.
El's face grew red. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm fine."
Mike let go of her arm and a warmth coming from where his hand was she didn't realize existed stopped spreading. They didn't move apart.
"What is it you wanted to tell me?" Mike asked.
"We didn't schedule a time for you to help me study."
"I guess we'll have to meet up and figure it out later then." He said, before stepping away, leaving the cafeteria.
The blush on El's face started to recede. A couple people in the cafeteria were staring at what just happened, but she rolled her eyes at them. El doesn't care what those people think.
But…
What just happened?
Hello all, 'tis I, with the second instalment of this. Hopefully you all are enjoying so far. not really much to say now, although i'm still working on this, none of it is prewritten. which is a shame since now there's a looming pressure on myself to consistently work on this and get it finished (which is a good thing lol) anyway. hopefully you all enjoyed, and all mistakes are mine (although i'm actually putting in the effort to edit this, since I want my first "multi-chap" fic to be well done. if you see any mistakes, let me know, whether its continuity, spelling, grammar, or whatever. also please review, i'd love to hear feedback. i try to reply to all reviews but i haven't replied to any on my last three fics because i'm super lazy)