Walking up to the school, I go inside and head towards my locker. I exchange my books that I needed for homework over the weekend with my math book for my first class. As I'm closing my locker, the locker right next to mine is being opened.
"Goodmorning Jack," I say to my locker neighbor and best friend, while leaning against my locker.
"Goodmorning Kim," Jack says while momentarily glancing over to meet my eyes before turning back to gather his things from his locker.
"Are you excited for out last week of school?" I ask.
"Oh yeah! It is our last week, isn't it? That completely slipped my mind!" Jack exclaimed.
"It did mine too when my mom asked earlier," I laughed," she said it was because I fell out of bed this morning."
Jack laughed and said,"Well that makes me feel better. At least I'm not the only one."
The bell rang, signaling for everyone to head to their classes.
"Shall we go?" Jack asked.
"If we must," I reply.
Jack and I make our way to our first class, that we share. We sit down next to each other in our normal desks right before the bell rings.
Mr. Lark comes in, and just as I suspected, gave us a worksheet that a second grader could do.
"Okay everyone," Mr. Lark says,"when you're done with this extremely challenging worksheet, I don't really care what you do. Talk, play on your phones, do whatever you want as long as no one is screaming, fighting, injuring themselves, or breaking the law."
Mr. Lark adds the last part while looking directly at Jerry.
"Ah, come on. That was ONE time, yo."
Mr. Lark shakes his head before returning to his desk and getting out his own phone. He is definitely my favorite teacher ever.
Jack and I both finished our worksheet in less than five minutes and took it to Mr. Lark's desk. After setting back down, we just talked like any normal day, and played on our phones. I had just beaten Jack's high score on Crossy Road, and was so rubbing it in his face, as the bell rang.
"You so cheated, Crawford," Jack stated while walking to our lockers.
"Oh stop whining, Brewer. You know that I beat you fair and square," I said back while opening my locker and trading out books once again.
"Whatever. I'll see you at lunch, okay?"
"Okay." I replied while walking away from Jack and to my next class.
After continuous simple work and texting sessions with my friends, it was lunch time. Walking into the lunchroom, I go to my regular table to find Grace already there.
"Hey Grace," I say sitting to the left of her and getting my lunch out of my bag.
"Hi Kim, how's your day been so far?" She asks before taking a sip of water.
"Pretty Good, we haven't done much in any of my classes today," I reply before biting into my apple.
"I know what you mean. Today has been the best. I hope the whole week is like this."
"So do I."
Just then, Jack, Milton, Julie, and Jerry all sit down at the table with us.
"What were you ladies talking about?" Jack asks from his spot on my left side.
"Just how easy school has been today, and that we hope that the rest of the week is like this," Grace replies.
"Yeah," Jerry says from the other side of Grace," today has been totally swag, yo."
A chorus of agreements are heard all around the table.
The group then erupts into a discussion of what they think the rest of the day is going to be like.
"So Kim," Jack says.
"So Jack," I mimic.
He smiles and says, "I forgot to say this morning, but I really like your locket. I haven't seen you wear it before."
I blush slightly at his comment and smile."Thanks, Jack. It was my grandmother's locket. She gave it to me when I went to visit her over the weekend. She said that it was really special to her and she wore it a lot when she was younger. She saw me admiring it, thought that it looked good on me, and said that I should keep it," I explain while looking down at the locker around my neck.
Suddenly, Jack's hand was on the locket. I looked up and met his gaze.
"Your grandmother was right," he says softly while holding my gaze.
We continue to stare into one another's eyes for what seems like an eternity, but was only a short amount of time.
Still gazing into Jack's eyes, I barely notice when someone says, "-right, Kim?"
I quickly break Jack and I's state and can feel my face heating while I ask, "What?"
"I said," Milton repeated," that everyone knows blue is a more calming color than any of the others."
"Oh," I say, "yeah. I guess so."
"See, Jerry! I told you!" Milton exclaimed.
'Weird,' I thought. Slowly I turn back to see Jack looking across the lunchroom at nothing in particular. If I'm not mistaken, I think that I might see a faint pink tint to his cheeks, but it could be my imagination. Before I have time to look further, Grace draws me back into the current conversation topic at the table. Soon enough, the bell rings and lunch is over.