Focus
"And that is why the green light is such a significant symbol," Ms. Briggs lectured her English class. "Now then, moving onto motifs…"
Freddie shook his head. English wasn't exactly his favorite class, but he usually managed to pay attention to Ms. Briggs. Now, though, he felt his mind slipping. He looked around the class and his eyes landed on the back of his girlfriend, Sam's, head.
He stared at her golden locks thrown across her shoulders. She didn't seem to be paying attention, either. She was drawing in a notebook, completely ignoring Ms. Briggs. He craned his neck to see what she was drawing. He saw a doodle of what looked like her, and then another one that looked like him, surrounded by what he could've sworn were hearts. He grinned. He knew Sam would never admit to drawing this picture, so he was glad he got to see it, even in secret.
"Fredward Benson!" Ms. Briggs shouted, breaking Freddie out of his daze.
"Um, yes?"
"I asked you a question, and I'm waiting for your answer."
"Oh…um, false?"
"Yes," Ms. Briggs snapped sarcastically. "The object of Mr. Gatsby's desires is false."
The class snickered and Freddie felt himself turning red.
"Mr. Benson, perhaps if you actually paid attention to what I was staying instead of staring across the room at goodness knows what, you would actually be able to answer a question competently!"
"Sorry," Freddie mumbled.
"I'm sure you're not. Anyway, back to what I was saying…"
Freddie slid down in his seat. He looked back over at Sam one last time, and saw that she was staring back at him, grinning.
