I opened my mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but Mr. Varner called the class to order then. Saving me.
Algebra, not my strongest subject. Math in general was a bit harder for me than anything else. English was my forte. Mr. Varner began a new unit yesterday, so the lesson was even more complicated and confusing than usual. I mentally stumbled through out the whole lesson and it irked me that every time I'd look to my side and catch a glimpse of Michael's paper, his answers were all correct. When Mr. Varner assigned us partners to work on some problems, I was assigned Michael.
"What?" I asked when I had the chance.
"Do I have to ask...why my last name sent you into a stupor? Or is it safe to assume that you are a Twilight maniac?"
"We prefer to be refered to as enthusiasts." I mummbled. Michael chuckled next to me. "So, what's your next class?"
"Science with..." He checked his schedual "Mrs. Genes...that's a bit ironic." He added.
"Me too. We can walk together." I suggested politely. I felt bad for him, the new kid. I didn't want to seem to stand-offish. That would be rude.
"Perhaps." He replied. Mr. Varner then called us to return to our individual state of mind. Partnership over. I groaned when he said there would be a quiz in a few days, along with the rest of the class.
I waited while Mr. Varner reviewed the answers we should have gotten. I looked my paper over, though I'd done little-if none-of the work. The bell rang and I was just as frustrated as before. I shoved my belongings into my bag and tried my hardest to escape the classroom in a hurry. I was about ten feet out of the door when someone who was a bit taller than me was by myside.
"I thought we could walk together?" Michael said.
"Oh! Sorry, I forgot." I stammered." It's so frustrating!"
"I noticed you had difficulties with math..." He mused. He grinned when I looked at him questioningly and I smiled shyly back. We headed to our science class, with our ironically named teacher.
"Well it's no-" I was cut off.
"MICHAEL!!" a very loud and very close voice made me jump. A shadow, that was very large, approached behind me. I turned to see a large guy, very muscular and very built slap Michael on his back.
I gawked. The boy looked scary. He looked friendly enough, but the scary part was who he looked like. I'd never pictured a character in a book as a body. I obviouslly took their visual aspects in mind, but I never knew what to invision as a physical appearance until I saw someone close to what I saw in my head. I thought Kellan Lutz was as close as you could get to Emmett Cullen. I was proven wrong. This boy, was the living embodyment of Emmett McCarthy Cullen. He was large, but he looked like he would make a lot of jokes. His smile was menacing, but somehow inviting. I saw his eyes were a deep blue. He smiled down at me.
" Hello Harley." Michael said pleaseantly" this is Sam."
"Hello Sam!" Harley laughed.
I flashed him a peace sign.
" Tree hugger? I can dig that." Harley returned the gesture.
"Worse." Michael theatrically rolled his eyes. "Twihard."
I laughed, despite the joke at my expense. " I don-"
A loud burst of yelling cut me off. I knew who it was, and apparently nobody was going to let me finish a sentence today!
"SAM!!!" Saree and Cheyenne came to tackle me almost, but Harley broke my fall. Apparently he just really didn't move out of the way fast enough.