Chapter 3: Fifth Hour
"Tom?" Jeff asked as we walked down the hall and made our way into class. He was my best friend, had been since the ninth grade. But with that being said: he didn't know about my animal side. I never told him, I've never told anyone. Christine only knows because she was at the right place at the wrong time.
"Yup." I replied.
"What does she see in that asshole?"
"Who knows, maybe she likes losers. Hey are you guys still meeting Friday?"
"No, maybe next Friday."
"That sucks." I said as we arrived by the door that lead into my class. "Later."
"Piece."
We butted fists and he kept walking. His class was only three or four doors down which meant that we would meet up on our way to our next class, unless he got held again.
"Jon!" A vary familiar voice said from behind me.
I sighed and turned around to see the scrawny girl who was my neighbor. She wore a shirt with the logo of her favorite band and some cargo shorts. The shirt would have fit tight on just about any other girl and would even complement their body shape but the clothes were a little loose on her.
"Hey, Christine, what's up?" I said and stood by the side of the door.
"Hey, so what happened with your sister and Tom Flimper last night?" She asked and bounced a little, she always did that when she asked me something and expected me to answer in a specific way so she could reply with her practiced answer.
"Words were exchanged." I replied and made my way into the classroom.
"I heard that he got attacked by some sort of beast... A man wolf... You know... A WAREWOLF." She said playfully as she followed me in.
"Yeah, I heard that too." I replied.
"Heard? Don't you mean that you saw or were did it?"
I smiled as I walked towards my favorite seat "Me? Hurt someone? Never!" I said sarcastically.
She laughed as the bell rang. She knew that she wouldn't get an answer from me…she never did.
Christine was a year ahead of her class and so we had the same fifth and sixth hour. She was my first friend, after we moved here, and we talk almost every day.
She always sat one seat ahead of me, while I sat on the third row from the front and two rows from the door.
The teacher went on and on about whatever the hell he was going on and on about. I spend all class half paying attention and half doodling on a piece of paper on my notebook.
'Every day, the same thing...' I thought while looking around at my fellow class mates who looked bored out of their minds. My eyes finally fell upon the new girl who sat in my row but across the room. She looked at me and gave me a weak wave, I smiled and turned back.
Christine quickly moved her hand back and dropped a note on my dest.
I opened it the note slowly so it wouldn't make any noise
"You haven't noticed have you...?" It read.
I chuckled quietly and knew that this wasn't going to be good.
"Noticed what?" I wrote and poked her in the side with the note. She reached back and I placed it in her hand.
I heard her sigh and write on it. She handed it back a second or two later, when the teacher wasn't looking.
"So clueless." The note read.
The bell finally rang the classroom emptied out as fast as it could. It probably wouldn't have emptied out that fast if the building was on fire.
"Bye, Jonathan!" The new girl said as she began forcing her books into her dark purple backpack as I stood by the door. I nodded towards her and flinched when Christine shoved me on her way out.
"Clueless." She muttered and walked right by me.
I looked at her, as she slowly walked down the hall, and chuckled as I caught up to her and shoved her lightly. Jeff was still inside of his classroom as the teacher was talking to him.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I asked her as I caught up with her and she sighed.
"You know it's because of complicated girls like you that guys turn gay..." I continued
"Oh so that's why you whooped his ass... You were jealous of you sister" Christine said laughing
"Who's jealous of me?" asked Lily who was passing by with her friend.
"Nothing." I started. "Guy talk." I smirked.
Christine punched my arm.
"See." I continued rubbing my arm. "Guy talk."
I saw Christine stare at me but I made no indication to acknowledge her.
"Melissah..." said Christine signaling me.
"Oh..." Replied Lily.
"Who's Melissah?" I asked.
"You don't even know?" Asked Lily. "So clueless."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I exclaimed.
Lily's friend giggled.
The bell rang for the next class.
"Oh crap!" Said Christine.
"Thank God." I said and started to walk away.
I felt Christine jump on my back and put her arms around me.
"What the-?" I exclaimed.
"Mush dog boy!" She said pointing forward.
"Imma rape you..." I pointed out.
"After class, now mush!" She replied.
I took off to class as Lilies friend asked "dog boy?"