Chapter 24
A/N 1: My Rated M story readers- PLEASE vote on my poll! It may be a while, but I will get it done if you guys want it!
A/N 2: If you know these high school teachers, then you go to school with me and you have never known it! :D And fun fact: All of the students are based off real people, I just changed their names! So if you go to my school – be careful! You could end up being in this story! *maniacal laugh*
Mrs. Knipmeyer – Computer Apps/Keyboarding/Accounting Teacher
Mr. Brown – Social Studies/Geography/History Teacher
Mr. Troutman – Vietnam Teacher
Mrs. Droege – Math/Algebra Teacher
Mrs. Basye – Health/FACS/Housing Teacher
As soon as Ian and I walked over to the picnic tables for lunch, everyone stopped and stared at us. We had already eaten, so Ian leaned down and said, "Let's sit with your friends."
"Okay." I spotted Bristol, Kristin, Cale, and Michael at our usual table and took a deep breath before walking over to them.
Bristol was the first to spot me. "JESSICA!" She squealed and ran over to me, hugging me tight.
"Choking!" I said and she let go, laughing.
Bristol had long brown hair and glasses, Kristen had blonde hair cut in a bob and a fake tan, Cale (Kristin's boyfriend) was a pimply boy with greasy short black hair and Michael had short red hair and was more than a little overweight.
The school bell rang, signaling that it was time to go back to class. I may have been out of school for a month, but I knew my schedule by heart. Algebra. Ick. As the tables cleared out, I turned to Ian.
"You have to keep your distance."
He pouted slightly and I rolled my eyes, kissing his cheek. He tried to move to my lips and I turned away.
"I. Will. Smack. You."
"In front of your friends?" His blue eyes were amused.
"Yes." I turned and walked into the building.
"We have to go up to the office." Ian said.
I sighed.
The receptionist/secretary thingy woman, Karen smiled big at me when she saw Ian and I. "Hi, Jessica. Haven't seen you here for a while."
Me: reciting in my head, "just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave."
"I called the principal and he said you would provide me with a visitor's pass." Ian said smoothly.
"Oh, okay. Ian, right?"
"Yes," He smiled.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a laminated visitor's card on a black string necklace looking thingy. He put it over his head and gave me a smile.
"Ain't I sexy?"
I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh at his joke. "Let's go to Algebra."
"Bleck!" He made a face.
"I know." I rolled my eyes.
He linked his arm through mine, but with one dirty look from me, he put his arms back to his sides.
We walked into the classroom and Mrs. Droege smiled at us. "Hi Jessica. Long time no see."
I smiled politely.
Mrs. Droege was the type that was pretty from a distance, but was actually quite homely up close. She had short brown curls and sometimes wore glasses. She was quite indifferent to those who didn't do their work, but liked those who did. Guess which one I am?
Um…hello? It's freaking Algebra!
"And you must be…Ian, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay. You guys can sit right there." We sat in the desks and I tried to ignore people's stares.
This sucks.
Mrs. Droege started writing problems on the board.
Mrs. Droege: x squared (A/N: How do you make the little 2?) + 14x +48=
Me: Scribblescribblescribble
Mrs. Droege: (x+6)(x+8)
Me: Scratchscratchscratch
Mrs. Droege: n squared – 10 + 9=
Me: Scribblescribblescribble
Mrs. Droege: (n – 9)(n – 1)
Me: -_- Scratchscratchscratch
Ian: chucklechucklechuckle
Me: Glare
Mrs. Droege: y squared – 12y + 36=
Me: Scribblescribblescribble
Mrs. Droege: (y – 6) squared
Me: "I give up!"
I threw my pen down, (Why the eff am I using pen in Algebra?) and it bounced off the desk, where Ian caught it before it hit the floor.
"Let me see." Ian said, taking my paper from my desk.
Ian: Looks up at board. Scribblescribblescribble
"Here" He handed the paper back to me.
(b – 11)(b – 6)
Mrs. Droege: (b – 11)(b – 6)
Me: -_-
"Which one is your locker?"
"84. It's by the Art Room."
"Okay."
I opened my locker and grabbed my Health and Housing book. I had Mrs. Basye for both 4th and 5th hour, so that made it pretty easy to keep track of my classes. And I had her husband as my 6th grade teacher.
"Health?"
"Yup. Next quarter I will have…" I looked at my schedule and made a face. "P.E."
"When is next quarter?"Ian asked, obviously amused imagining my klutzy-ass in gym.
I shrugged and closed my locker.
"Hello, hello, Miss Jessica." Mrs. Basye greeted me. I found Mrs. Basye to be extremely pretty, with short light brown hair and dark rimmed glasses. She wasn't super skinny, which I found the most beautiful about her. She was nice, but could be very strict with those who goof off. Besides Mr. Brown (my 2nd hour teacher), she was practically the perfect teacher.
"Hi," I grinned.
As Ian and I sat down, (ignoring my other classmates' stares), she stated that the end of the quarter was approaching, (damn.) so we needed to get the unit finished.
"We'll be going over some of our notes, then work on the study guide, good? Yes? Sweet chicken, let's get started."
I giggled. I loved her sayings.
After learning that we learned about sex and STDs while I was away, it was off to the next class! Which was…right here. Ha.
I continued writing notes until the next bell rang and I got out my Housing books. I was paired with Lila, a cool, but loudmouth in-your-face, don't-give-a-shit-about-no-one girl and her boyfriend, Danny to build a house out of cardboard. And I'm not talking four walls and a roof, I'm talking floor joists, sill plates, etc. Don't know what those are? Me-freaking-either.
"We are going to fail." Danny said, laughing at our design.
"Shut up, babe. No we're not." Lila said.
"I don't know…" I said.
"You guys will get at least a B." Ian said.
"Awwww, thanks. You're so sweet." Lila said.
The final bell rang and everyone cleared out except Ian and I.
"Good work, today, Jessica." Mrs. Basye said. "And don't worry, we'll get you caught up."
"Thanks." I smiled and linked my arm through Ian's as we walked out the school doors.