Don't gotta work it out (Fitz and the Tantrums)
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I finally showed up to my 2nd period class, which was English, and felt totally, completely, and utterly, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, are you-" I stopped to look at the name it said on my paper and looked up again- "Ms. Sanchez?"
"Yes I am, and I know I may seem young but I don't permit people taking advantage of me and I also don't permit tardiness." She sternly said, and for a woman that had short blonde pixie-like hair and a tiny body, she was mean.
"Well, I'm new and I was being led by Damon when he dit-" I started.
"No excuses, if you do something wrong, own up to it." She yelled and pointed to the wall where there was a poster with the exact words she had just said.
"I'm sor-"
"Don't want to hear it." She shook her head. My goodness! There was no pleasing this woman!
"Where do I si-"
"You'll find that patience is rewarded in this class." She said sternly. "You'll sit next to Caroline." Mrs. Sanchez said her name, but didn't say where she sat and since I knew nobody here…
"And Caroline sits, where?" I wondered.
"Right there! I just said it, use the ears god gave you!" She yelled, and finally pointed to the girl in the back right corner.
Everyone started laughing at me, and I was totally, completely and utterly embarrassed.
As the evil Mrs. Sanchez began her lecture on the first book we were going to read, Romeo and Juliet, the girl next to me, Caroline started to speak.
"Hey, don't worry about Ms. Sanchez. She can be a real bitch, but her class is a piece of cake." She whispered, and I smiled in gratitude for her kindness.
I turned around to see what she looked like, and found that she was very pretty. She had wavy blonde hair, and a small nose and light sparkly green eyes and she was thin. She had a pretty smile.
She was beautiful, but I didn't envy her. I never envied anyone, not out of pride, but because I felt that everyone is blessed with many things and she was blessed with looks, and that was awesome.
"Thanks." I whispered back.
"Ah! Ms. Gilbert! No talking!" Ms. Sanchez yelled.
My face reddened, and in my head I laughed at how obvious and unfair it was that she hated me.
"Don't worry classes today are only 15 minutes each. We get out at 11:30." She smiled.
"We do?" I whispered back.
Caroline nodded.
"Aw, man. I didn't know, I'm going to have to text my driver to pick me up earlier." I started to pull my phone from my bag, but Caroline's hand stopped me.
"Don't. Ms. Sanchez literally has eyes in the back of her head. Or better yet camera's. Look up, subtly and you'll see cameras she checks them every day after school and if she sees you using a phone she'll get you suspended."
"What? Isn't that illegal?" I asked, outraged.
"I don't know. But hey, don't worry about it. I'll give you a ride."
"That's really nice and all, but you don't have to." I smiled.
"No, come on. I just got a car for my 16th birthday and I'm driving all of my friends in it." She whispered.
"But we just met." I silently laughed.
"So? I make friends fast." Caroline started grinning and then said, "I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Alright then, thanks." I smiled brightly.
We both laughed and then Ms. Sanchez said,
"Oh, isn't this sweet. The new girl's making friends. Not in my class, Elena I hope you bring a new attitude tomorrow, because I will not tolerate this."
I slightly blushed, and was horrified by her rudeness, I couldn't believe how mean she was.
"Ms. Sanchez, did the voices you hear keep you up last night? Because you have really big bags under your eyes and are being extremely mean." Caroline smiled confidently, and everyone laughed including me silently.
Ms. Sanchez just stood there, blushing but silent, it was like Caroline had an incredible hold on her. A secret or threat that she used against her, it was amazing!
"I would double up on those meds tonight." Caroline laughed and blew a giant bubble with her gum, and popped it.
I knew gum wasn't allowed to be chewed during school. Caroline had to have something on her.
I was about to ask her how she did that and say thanks but the bell rang and took my train of thought. We both got up and she started talking.
"So, how old are you?" Caroline asked.
"I'm 15, I turn 16 in January." I smiled.
"Wow, that's like in forever." She laughed.
"Yeah, well, thanks for, you know, telling Ms. Sanchez off." I said, shyly.
"Hey, no problem." She grinned and flashed her beautiful, white, smile towards me.
When she did that, another girl came and said,
"Caroline! Hey how are you? Haven't talked to you like all summer, how've you been?"
"I've been good Bonnie, thanks. Meet my new friend Elena, she just transferred from-?" Caroline asked me with a friendly smile and a look that was asking me something.
"I'm from Manhattan." I smiled.
"Ooh I love Manhattan! Go there all the time, I have an apartment there!" She told me, and had a voice that sounded very immature.
"Oh cool." I smiled and nodded at her shared information. Doesn't everyone?
"Well, Care, I love how you handled gruppy hag Sanchez, it was hilarious!" Caroline lifted her hand up to hi-five Bonnie and Bonnie smacked her palm.
"Yeah, that was amazing. How come you can talk to her like that?" I wondered.
"What do you mean?" Caroline asked.
"Well, what do you have on her. I mean come on. I thought if I breathed too hard she was going to yell at me. Meanwhile you're blowing bubbles of gum right in front of her and asking her about her meds?" I said.
"Well-" She started, but all of the sudden told us, "Be right back!"
She went running to hug a big strong boy, with dark brown hair and he looked strong and then I recognized his voice, Damon.
"You must be wondering who that is." Bonnie said.
"No, I was-"
"Honey, please. You practically drooling." She smiled, on the brink of laughter.
I slightly smiled and blushed.
"His name is Damon, but don't even think about it! There are way too many restrictions on him." She looked at me and then looked at them.
Damon opened his arms for her as she ran to give him a hug. He then started talking to her and a bunch of kids who crowded around him. Damon must have said something funny, or more like hysterical, because he was making Caroline crack up and she even clapped as he grinned and laughed at his joke too. They looked like an amazing couple and this moment looked more like a scene from a movie, when the popular guy meets up with his popular girlfriend and they're all lovie-dovie over their reunion.
"You'd think they were a couple, huh?" Bonnie sighed.
"They're not?" I asked, astounded.
"They haven't dated since the 6th grade."
"Did they go here?" I wondered.
"Um no. Actually none of us know what magical middle school they went to. We just take her word for it."
"Oh, wow. They look great together." I nodded and smiled smugly.
Meanwhile I was ready to turn around and hurl at how cliché they were.
I kept watching them and saw how much body contact they had. She would punch his shoulder and he literally picked her up and carried her, of course she screamed and he put her down. It was like this was all an act, but it wasn't. If this were a tv show, they would be the exact couple I could never ship.
I laughed at the thought.
I kept staring at them, and then Damon slightly glanced at me, and his expression went from a smile to a face that looked like he had a nasty taste in his mouth.
Suddenly, he turned to look at me, and he looked straight into my eyes and didn't blink, didn't move just stared at me. I, of course, turned away when I realized I knew he was staring at me because I was staring at him.
So I quickly turned around, and went to examine the pretty, black-haired, Bonnie.
"Damon looking at you, or staring really." Bonnie informed me.
"Really?" I asked, and realized I sounded desperate.
"Um, yeah." Same laughed, noticing my desperately.
"Does he looked mad?" I wondered.
"No? Why would he?"
"Um, Damon, meet my friend Elena!" Caroline laughed and her hands were in his.
"I have already had the pleasure of meeting her Care," He narrowed his eyes at me, like he was a very charming host of the party and I was an irrelevant guest.
"Oh, really? Oh, that's right! You give the tours to all the newbies. Silly me." She said like a cute little pixie.
"Um-" I said feeling so awkward and ready to run away from this situation. But as if God was watching out for me a miracle occurred. The bell rang. "Sorry, I have to get to class."
I went walking towards my History class, which was room 205. I realized finally that the rooms weren't in any order, or at least any obvious order and I kept looking for 205, to find I was lost.
"You need some help?" Caroline asked me after about 10 minutes of useless wandering.
"Um, yes actually." I nervously laughed.
"History is over there." She pointed directly in front of us.
"How'd you know I was going to History?" I laughed, I wonder if this school just bred mind readers.
"I, um, didn't. I have History next and I was going to show you the rest of the classes. But no time, let's go."
I looked at Caroline strangely because it seemed like she was making up an excuse for knowing my classes. I'm sure it wouldn't have been hard to ask the office for my schedule but, well I didn't know. Maybe my facial expressions did make what I wanted obvious?
Yeah, but how the hell would your face say, "I'm looking for history…?"
We walked towards History and then decided I would ask her about Damon.
"So, um how do you know Damon?" I immediately regretted it, realizing how awkward of a question that was. What if she thought I liked him?
"Huh?" She said, but then opened the History door and the teacher was in the middle of talking so I was going to have wait ½ an hour just to re-ask her. Great.
When the class ended, she had waited for me at the door, and I smiled, extremely happy that I would not wander like a lost sheep for another 20 minutes.
"So, what'd you want to ask me?" She asked as we walked back to the 10th grade courtyard.
"Oh, nothing," I started, like I hadn't thought about my question all of class, "just how do you know that kid, Damon?"
"Oh, Damon's my best friend since forever. He's a nice guy and I love him." She smiled.
"I thought you two were dating, but that girl-um-Bonnie? Said you guys haven't dated since forever."
"Oh, yeah. He's only had eyes for one girl." She sighed, and her tone of voice sounded like regret.
"Oh, does she go here?" I asked, a little too curious to see who the lucky, yet misfortunate, crazy girl was.
"Well, I guess you could say that." She looked into my eyes sincerely and smiled.
"What do you mean you guess?"
"Well, technically they haven't seen each other in a good 10 years," She laughed.
"Wow, he's um, really loyal." I nervously laughed back, what kind of guy didn't get over someone he hadn't seen since he was 7 or 8? What kind of guy falls that in love with a girl when he was 7 or 8?
"You could say so." She sighed.
I wanted to know more, but at the same time, if she reported anything back to him about my curiosity I would die of embarrassment. He was way too cocky – I would hate if I added to it.
The bells stopped ringing and everyone was just talking to their friends and some were heading to their cars.
"Is it already the end of the day?" I asked.
"Mhmm." She replied.
"Do you still need a ride?"
"Oh my god, could you? I don't want to impose anything but-"
"Hey, don't worry about it. What are friends for?"
She was so nice about things, and I was glad that she called me her friend; it would be the one good thing that happened to me today.
"My car is over here, come on get in." She smiled.
"Oh ok, I live like 5 minutes away." I told her my address as she pulled out of the parking lot.
"So, you and him are pretty close, huh?" I asked her to start a conversation, and I was afraid I was pushing my limit of questions on Damon.
"Well, Miss Curiosity, we are. He's a cocky bastard but one of the sweetest people I know. I would do anything for him. Now, on a far more interesting note, it's my turn to ask the questions!"
"So, tell me Elena, what's your last name?" She asked and took a big sip of water.
"Gilbert, Elena Gilbert." I said.
"Oh cool," she smiled, but her voice faltered and it sounded as if she was startled.
We pulled up to my gate and saw my mother looking at us with her arms crossed, before she could ask any more questions.
"Hi mom." I grinned, but felt confused when I saw a very mean look on her face not focused on me but on Caroline.
I looked back at Caroline only to see an evil look on her face as well; they looked like they hated each other, which made no sense.
"She really is your mother." She whispered, no hint of niceness in her voice.
"Um, yes, why?" I laughed trying to brush off the awkwardness of the situation.
"Nothing," she looked down, away from my mother. "I have to go." I realized it was my cue to get the heck out of her car. I closed the door, but Caroline drove out of there faster than I had a chance to blink, let alone say thanks and goodbye.
"Mom?" I started.
"What were you doing with her?" She finally took her gaze off of her and asked me in a very upset tone.
"Nothing, she's my friend and I needed a ride so she gave me one. What's the problem and what the heck was with those death stares?" I retorted.
"Death stares? Oh, no sweetheart, I was looking stern I suppose because I left my sunglasses inside by accident. I never meant any harm." She laughed lightly.
"Mom, that wasn't looking stern because of the sun. I'm not stupid, how do you know her?" I asked, insisting on the truth.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She shook her head and began watering the plants like she was before she had the death stare competition with Caroline.
"Yes you-"
"Oh your chef is here and he's waiting on asking you what you want to eat." She said, and for a moment I ignored the subject because I was starving – so I ran to the kitchen.
"I have to go out and get some errands done. I'll see you soon."
"Mom, you don't do errands? That's why we hired maids." I looked at her strangely as I opened the refrigerator door.
"Well, your father and I are going to Paris this weekend and I want to get a few things. Oh, stop looking at me like that. I love you." She quickly kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the kitchen.
"What can I get for you Elena?" Carlos asked as I stood in baby shock at the strangeness in my mother's attitude.
It's the move. It's just really affecting her.
"Um, a grilled cheese please." I smiled without looking at him because I was busy thinking.
At around 3 pm, yes that's right, the hottest point of the day, I decided to go running. I had had a stressful albeit fun first day of school, and it wouldn't suck to go running. I put on some loose-fitting shorts and a tight light blue Nike running shirt. I sat on a stool as I put on my socks and highlighter blue Nike running shoes. Then, I got up and searched for my oh so essential iPod. The magic behind any sort of activity in my life. It gets me going.
I walked outside and decided to run through Coco Plum and explore. I was so excited to finally get some exercise as I walked out through my front gate, but as soon as I took 5 steps I stopped. A man on who had been running on the opposite side of the sidewalk was looking at me strangely, as if he knew who I was but wasn't exactly sure. I was sure, and I wanted to die.
"Elena?" Damon smiled in a question.
"Damon." I simply stated.
Damn it, I'll never get to run…