A/N: hey guyss- srry I havent updated in foreverr. I just haven't really had time cuz my teachers are giving us so much extra work to prepare for graduation… so yeahhh…. Here goes. Hope ya'll like itt.
Gabriella POV
The afternoon went by pretty quick and I was surprised when last period finally came. It was the class I'd been looking forward to. Cooking. Ash, Julie, and I always did this class together and it was the most fun thing of the day. The teacher never really cared and rarely showed up. People would just talk the entire time anyway. Plus, if we ever actually did any cooking, it was last period so we would whip ingredients at each other and we didn't care if we spilled. It was almost always a good time.
I walked into the room and looked around. I saw Ash and Julie already sitting by each other. I sighed and looked to the table across from them. He was sitting there. I sighed again and walked over to my friends table.
"Can one of you guys please switch with me? I already had a class next to him and I don't think he likes me all too much."
"Sorry Ella, first come first serve!" Ashley said with a smile on her face. Then she wiggled her eyebrows and I groaned.
"Jul?" I asked hopefully.
"Well, Ella- I-" she sighed. "No Ella. I'm sorry. Even though he's gorgeous I'd be way too afraid. I'm sorry."
I groaned yet again and stalked over to my seat. Even though Ashley was right across the aisle I still felt uncomfortable. I gave a small smile of acknowledgment to Edward and sat down. A second later the bell rang. Everyone started talking excitedly with their partners, thinking that Mr. Rochshire would be a no show. I tried to keep up with the conversation Julie and Ashley were talking but my neck started hurting from leaning over so far, so I just turned back to face the front.
"Er- Gabriella?" I heard a velvet voice say from next to me.
"Yeah?" I replied, stunned that he was talking to me after our tense earlier conversation.
"I would like to apologize for my behavior this morning. I was just stressed out for coming to a new school and all. I realize now that you were just trying to be friendly and I truly hope I am forgiven."
"Um- yeah. Sure. I forgive you." I said. He smiled and was about to say more when Mr. Roe, the principal, came in through the door followed by a short, tan man with scruffy looking hair and a curling mustache that you only expected people to wear in movies. As soon as they walked in the door the room went quiet. Mr. Roe cleared his throat.
"Alrighty children. I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Rochshire has decided to take an early retirement and will not be joining us this year. However, I would like to introduce you all to Mr. Samanshigushe." The man next to him made a face and I knew he pronounced the name wrong.
"Call me Mr. Sam." He said in a think accent, from where though I wasn't sure.
"Ehm- yes. Mr. Sam will be your new teacher and I assure you that you will all learn how to create amazing dishes that you will find as simple as pie." Some students groaned at his little food joke, but I just rolled my eyes. He knew we didn't think it was funny and his smile quickly faded. "Yeah- so, please be on your best behavior. I will be checking in from time to time to check up on you, so be good." With that, he casually walked out of the room. It was silent for a minute or two, until Mr. Sam gestured to a kid in the class, one of my distant friends.
"You dere! What is dee name?" he said.
"Uh- Mike." He replied
"Just Mike?"
"Um- No. Mike Newton Jr."
"Ahhh… Well den. Mike Newton Jr. will you peese grab dose cookbooks and pass dem out to every student."
"Sure… I guess." As he said this Mike stood up and walked over to start handing out the books. As soon as everyone had one Mr. Sam spoke again.
"Turn to page 54. You vill make dis today and I will grade you on dee taste. Start!" I looked down into the book, and I felt my jaw drop. I thought he would start off with something easy but I was wrong. The recipe was for Crème Brule. I made a mental note of the ingredients and went around the classroom to collect them. By the time I was back, Edward was already started. I followed the instructions but each time I did something it was not as perfect as Edward's. Finally, when everyone was done, Mr. Sam came around to taste test. He seemed pretty harsh because so far no one had gotten higher than a C. When he came to our table, he picked mine up and sniffed it, cringing away.
"F." he stated.
"But you didn't even taste it!" I argued.
"No- but I smell it and it smell awful. No need to taste." As he said this I groaned, and I heard Edward chuckle next to me. Mr. Sam turned his attention to him and picked up his. He took one long sip and his eyes almost bulged from his head.
"A!" Mr. Sam said as he took another sip. "Plus! Vonderful, just vonderful!" he said delighted. I looked at Edward's triumphant smiled and I scowled. How could he be so perfect?