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"Wait. So the krebs cycle isn't an STD?"
"No Miss Keppler, it most certainly is not." Sadie frowned, confusion marring her pretty face. Mr. Ross pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the class snickered into their hands. I leaned back in my desk to catch Emily's eye across the room and we both glanced at Sadie, dissolving into giggles.
"Alright, alright; that's quite enough." Mr. Ross took off his glasses, holding them to his hip as he glared at us. Emily and I quickly turned our hysteria into a violent cough. Our professor sighed deeply and glanced at the clock behind him. "We'll end there for today. Remember you have a quiz on Wednesday on chapter one. Finish the critical thinking questions on page 34 for tomorrow!" The sound of books slamming shut and chairs pushing back obscured his voice as everyone rushed to lunch. AP Biology was probably the dullest class in the universe. I rushed out like the rest, making a quick stop by my locker before heading downstairs to the cafeteria. I had just stepped into the staircase when Sadie called my name. I looked back down the hall.
"Save me a seat, kay?"
"Gotcha!" I smiled at her, then turned back around. WHAM.
"Ow! Dammit!" And totally slammed into what felt like a freaking wall. My book bag slipped of my shoulder, spilling books onto the stairs. I groaned and frantically went to snatch them before they tumbled down the entire flight. Me being my genius self, I tried to go through the "wall" I had just ran into. And ran into it again.
"Crap, I'm so sorry, here lemme help you..." So the wall had a voice huh? I finally looked up. This wall had very pretty hazel eyes. "Uh here, I think this is yours?" he said, holding out my government textbook. I smiled.
"Yeah, thanks. Sorry I ran into you by the way. I was totally not paying any attention." I pulled on my earlobe. Awkward situations always make me antsy. Hazel eyes gave a little unsure chuckle, and I could see the blush blooming on his cheeks. Aw, what a cutie. I bent down to help him retrieve the rest of the casualties, grabbing a yellow folder and a freshman english book. Ooh, another freshman...
"These yours?" I asked, flashing a winning smile as we both straightened. He blushed more.
"Yes. Thank you." his voice was deep and kind of soft. He took the folder and book from me quickly, at the same time handing over the rest of my books he picked up. "Um, sorry. Again." I stuffed my books back into my bag, making sure to actually zip it shut this time. I tried not to grin too big at him because I didn't want to freak him out, but I was completely dying inside for his adorable-ness.
"Oh my gosh, don't even worry about it. It was mostly my fault anyways." I kept talking mainly because he didn't seem the type to just run away and I wanted to keep that sweet little face in front of me... He looked athletic. Tall, gangly but all muscle. He reminded me of that other freshman, Charlie. It clicked right then. New student athlete, freshman...
"Hey, you're one of the new hockey team aren't you?" I asked, continuing down the stairs. He stood there for just a minute before I motioned for him to follow.
"Oh, um, yeah I am."
"That's cool. How do you like it here so far? Oh, I'm headed to lunch, wanna come with? Or do you have a class?" I realized I might be inadvertently dragging this kid away from his schedule. He looked startled at the suggestion.
"What? Oh, uh, no I don't. I was actually um, trying to find the cafeteria anyways..." He trailed off, cheeks reddening again. I laughed.
"Well that worked out." I nudged him down the right hallway as we continued to walk. "So back to how it's been going today. Ya like Eden Hall?"
"Yeah I do like it. It's really pretty, I- well it's just so different from my old school, but in like, a good way."
"Cool. I love it; this is my last year and I'm going to miss it so much! Oh hey, I'm Amber by the way. Amber Montero." I stuck my hand out and shook his.
"Adam Banks." he began to blush again. Dear God, he's just too adorable.
"Well Adam Banks, it's very nice to meet you." I threw in a wink on a whim. Adam gave that nervous chuckle again. We entered the caf and went through the line quickly, me picking up a turkey sandwich, and him the hot meal (which today was grilled chicken, potatoes and broccoli. Yumm). I led him to an end table sort of apart from the crowd. He was looking scared enough just talking to me, I couldn't imagine sitting him down in a big rambunctious crowd of seniors. We talked about the usual things: where are you from, got any pets, hows your family, the weather, even hockey for a little bit. He was pleasantly surprised I knew so much about it.
"Come on Banks, this is Minnesota, everyone knows hockey."
"Not everyone. I know a girl who thought to get a goal you had to slash someone with your skates before you shot."
"Nuh uh, really?!" We talked about soccer too. He looked impressed when I told him I was a captain of the varsity team. "Don't be," I told him, "It's really not that big of a deal. I mean the team voted and everything, but it was a pretty close race."
"Still though. Making captain is still something to be proud of, right?" I beamed at him so big I thought my face might break.
He slowly came out of his shell, and we ended up talking for the whole lunch hour, even when our food was long gone. I could feel the eyes on us as people came and went between their classes, and once a couple of my team mates even caught my eye from across the room, their brows furrowed, and mouthed "What are you doing?" I ignored it for the most part, and hoped Adam did too. A senior girl and a freshman boy eating lunch together was unheard of if they weren't like, brother and sister. I looked at my watch.
"Damn. I got Lit in 5 minutes, so I gotta run..." Adam stood up with me and we headed to the trashcans to put our trays away.
"I've got geometry I think. With um, lemme see," he fished a crumpled piece of notebook paper out of his pocket. "With Dr. Mendel. Could you maybe show me where that is?" he finished sheepishly. I smiled at him (for like the five thousandth time in the past hour) and pointed him in the right direction.
"I'll see you later alright? Seriously, let's hang out again." I grinned, touched him on the arm, and sped off to Literature class.
The moment I rushed into class four minutes late I felt the looks again. Emily, Devin and Meredith rubbernecked as I passed them going to my seat behind them.
"Thank you for joining us Miss Montero." Mrs. Grant glanced disapprovingly down her nose at me. "We are on page 13 of your textbook." I had barely sat down when a crumpled piece of paper landed in my lap. What were you doing sitting with that freshman? Nice Dev, straight to the point. I pulled out my Lit book and a spiral bound notebook, still under the watchfull eye of Mrs. Grant. Once she quit glaring at me I dug a pen out of my pocket and scribbled a reply. Ran into him on the stairs, walked to lunch together no big. After folding the note (crumpling makes too much damn noise) and waiting for the teacher to turn her back, I handed it across the aisle to Meredith, who passed it to Devin who sat in front of her. I turned my eyes to page one of Beowulf, thinking the conversation could wait till after class. Barley a minute had passed before Meredith was handing the note back to me. But why did you sit way over there alone with him? Ben McIlroy told Jamie. I glanced up quickly to look over at the desk closest to the door. Jamie was peeking back at me, an intense look on his face. I sighed. This was going to be a long ass afternoon.