Hey guys. I don't know what to think of this chapter. But you know, it what it is. And I'm so sorry it seems like it's been a while since we thought of how the chapter would be written. I was having some problems with getting onto my account, but it's all good now so we're back!
Christine meeting Mr. Davenport and Tasha went pretty well. I honestly didn't know how to react to the situation since I never really had 'parents', but they were close enough, I guess. But she had seemed please when meeting them, Talking about how excited she was to see that they liked her.
"You should meet my dad tomorrow," she had said, turning to me and grabbing both my hands as we stopped in front of her house. She glanced back at her house. "Tomorrow," she'd added before waving, kissing me swiftly on the cheek and hurrying into the house.
It was now Tuesday and I was sitting in French class with my desk nearly bare. Today had been test day. Me, being me, had already finished within the first ten minutes and handed it in on the teacher's desk. The other twenty student's in the classroom were still working-all except Christine.
She was sitting at her desk quietly, reading glasses on with her attention focused on Mockingjay. I thought about our conversation at the mall about the series and smiled;the same book in her hand was identical to the one on my desk. I probably should have been finshed by now, considering I only had a hundred pages left, but I hadn't read it that much-now and then I would pick it up and read a couple of paragraphs or so.
The clock was ticking, sounding loud when accompained with the melody of pencil scratching against paper, then eraser furiously scrubbing away the previous answer. What ironic about the whole thing was that Christine and I were the supposive new kids and we were finished before the more older students.
Maybe I should've been reading like we're supposed to-or were recommended to, even though the teacher was too into his crossword puzzle to notice anything else-and probably would of if an object didn't land on my desk. It was folded neatly into a triangle. Curious, I took a quick glance around the room. Everything seemed the way it was when I last took a look.
Except Christine.
Was it odd I could point out something different about her in just the literal amount of time of two seconds? Maybe, but I noticed how her features looked slightly flushed and her posture more...giddy, possibly? I shrugged to myself and carfeully unfold the not and smooth it out in front of me.
Done so quickly, are we? And staring around the room like a international spy? Sound peculair. ;D
I smirked. So that's what she wanted. I let my pencil scribble back response before swifting tossing it to her desk-it went unnoted by the teacher, who currently had his feet up on his desk and seemed to be losing the crossword.
You spying on me as well? Hmm...I like the thought of having you as my personal stalker. Hope you continue. I'll try not to let you get caught. :D
Her cheeks instantly turned red and her whipped in my direction with a playful glare. I return with one of my own. A girl who I believe was named Rachel shot Christine a knowing look with her tongue poking out slightly before returning to her test. I raised my eyebrows at her but eventually shrugging it off; I remember Bree saying something about meeting Rachel on our first day.
Christine and I continued to throw notes back and forth.
Sayss you. The next time I see you glancing at me with those eyes of yours, beware of getting called out.
What are you implying? That my eyes are so irrestible, perhaps? :D
Maybe. If that's what you want to believe. ;)
Today had been a "test day". Basically, it explains itself. All of the subjects had either a test, pop quiz, or whatever else they could think of. The wind was blowing and the sky was clear and blue as Christine and I continued the walk to her house.
"So, what's you dad like?" I asked, not being able to help myself. Christine stopped for a minute before continuing to walk with me. She looked thoughtful, as if not knowing how to put the answer. Finally, she just sighed.
"He's kind of..." she trailed off while staring into space. "Different, I guess you could say. He's not really the social with many people."
That kind of made sense, in a weird kind of way that only she could understand. From how little Christine ever mentioned her mom, I had a slight suspicion there was much to tell, anyway. And in an even weirder way, I could relate. I had spent fifteen years of my life without a motherly figure around-barely father one as well. I've only known Tasha for a few months (three or four months tops) to have enough time to know what a real family was; Bree, Adam and I grew up with machines and experiments our whole lives.
So like I said: I could relate in a really weird way.
I'd spent all this time thinking, that I didn't even realize we had made it to her house. I let out a nervous sigh. This should be fun.
I am so sorry that it took so long for this chapter. I haven't been feeling well lately. But I love how supportive sterlingismyknight is being about all this-checking up on how I'm feeling and everything.
But I can assure you that the next chapter will be longer and in someone's elses Pov.
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