Chicago Private School for the Deaf
Chapter 5
A/N: Well guys, it's been a really long time since I updated. I'm taking a class in summer school this month, but I hope to begin to write more. My summer is pretty busy, so I won't make any promises. Hope y'all enjoy :)
"So are you interested in any girls?" I smirk as Caleb drives us to school.
"You know I don't have time for a relationship right now Bea." He's right. Caleb is super smart, taking all college level courses and will most likely excel at all of them.
"How about you Bea, any relationships?" he chuckles a little.
"Oh you know me, just sticking with Christina," I reply. It's just at that moment when Caleb pulls into my school parking lot.
"Have a good day, learn something," he signs before I get out of the car and give him a wave back.
It's as soon as I close the door to his car and turn to watch him drive away that I notice the exact same Jeep from across the street pull up where Caleb was just parked. I watch closely as a familiar head of curls pops out of the passenger door. The tanned boy grabs his backpack out of the floorboard and when he turns around I immediately recognize Uriah.
His face lights up when he sees me standing on the sidewalk. "Hey, I didn't see you there," he signs as he walks up to me.
"No I was just intrigued. I think your my new neighbor across the street from my house. Your Jeep looks exactly like the one I saw last night," I replied as we started to walk inside.
"Do you live on Madison Avenue?" he asks.
"No way. I do live on Madison Avenue," I sign with excitement. "Welcome to the neighborhood, neighbor."
"I thought I was going to have no friends at my new house, but now I know I've got you right across the street when I get tired to annoying my brother," he smiles wide.
"I told Christina we would meet her outside the cafeteria to walk until we have to split for homeroom," I sign as I steer Uriah toward the cafeteria.
"There she is," he points to her as she leans against the wall on her phone, "let's scare her." I nod my head in response and we move to be walking against the wall she is leaning on with her back to us.
I stop Uriah by tapping his shoulder. "She hates being tickled," I sign and glance over his shoulder to make sure she can't see us. Uriah gives me a sly smile and a head nod. We continue to creep up on her until we are right behind her, almost breathing down her neck.
I put up three fingers and start to count down. Once my last finger goes down Uriah starts to tickle her sides and I jump around to her front and start to attack her stomach. She squeals and jumps away from our reach.
"I hate you guys," she signs with a big grin on her face.
"It was his idea," I put all the blame on Uriah.
"Oh no missy. I'm not taking all the blame, you told me she doesn't like tickling," Uriah jokes.
"Tris I'm hurt you would betray your best friend like that," Christina signs in mock hurt.
"Awh but I still love you," I hook my arm around hers and start to drag her toward our homerooms, Uriah following to our right. We split at the stairs and Christina goes up while Uriah and I continue forward.
"Did you get all your papers signed?" I asked as we approached the classroom.
"Nope, we have until Friday so might as well procrastinate," he responds. I shake my head in disapproval.
"It's easier if you just do it now before you forget," I tease him.
"You're probably right, but I'll stick to being lazy. You can just remind me Thursday night," he signs as we take our seats.
"I'm not going to come knocking on your door to remind you to get your paperwork signed," I laugh a little.
"Here then, put your number in my phone and text me," he takes out his phone and clicks to the contact page before handing it to me. The bell flashes right as I hand his phone back and he turns around in his seat to face the front.
****time skip****
"Spill it Uriah, what are we doing in health and biology today," Christina demands from Uriah across the lunch table.
"We watched some video in health and then took notes in biology," Uriah shrugs.
"School is starting to get boring again," I sign and let out a sigh.
"And it's only the second day," Christina points out before taking a bite of her sandwich.
"When are volleyball tryouts?" I ask Christina before turning to my own sandwich.
"Coach said she isn't going to hold formal tryouts, just observe us in class this first week," she answers. I nod and we all return to our lunches and eat with small talk here and there until the bell flashes.
"Y'all have fun in English," I sign before getting up and throwing away my trash. I walk to the locker room alone and change quickly once I open my locker.
"Good afternoon ladies," Coach greets us as we all walk onto the track. "Today we will start off with warm ups and then everyone will run a couple of laps at their own pace. Partner up and start stretching."
I dread the last part, I have no friends in track. Lucky another girl is looking around lost too, so I introduce myself and we stretch together. Her name is Sydney, she seems nice enough.
Coach gets our attention and motions us to the track. We all line up and she signals for us to start running. I start out at a steady jog to maintain my position in the huddle of girls that are running at the same pace, but soon get tired of the slower pace and speed up to the front. I continue at my run until I realize that I've lapped a couple of girls who are breathing heavy and jogging so slow it's almost a walk.
Eventually, Coach calls us in and she briefly speaks to us before sending us back to the locker room to get ready for the rest of the day. I barely broke a sweat so I just put on more deodorant and go to a secluded corner to spray a little perfume after putting my school clothes back on.
I turn the lock of my locker, like my dad told me to do after I shut it, and the lights inside the locker room flash to signal the end of the period.
I exit the locker room and walk to health to meet Christina. We end up watching a video exactly like Uriah said at lunch. It's pretty boring, just explaining new vocabulary that will be used throughout the course.
Biology ends up to be exactly as Uriah told us it would be also, starting off the first unit with notes. Soon enough, the final bell of the day flashes and everyone gets up and leaves the classroom.
Just like yesterday, Christina's mom is waiting for her right as we walk outside. "See ya tomorrow," I sign and wave to Christina's mom from the bench I go to take a seat in.
Not too long later Caleb pulls up and I hop in. "How was school?" I speak up first.
"It's exciting, we are actually starting to learn stuff now. But I've already done some research over the summer so I know the gist of what we're covering for now," Caleb's eyes light up with the fire of intelligence. "How was your day?" he asks back.
"Eh, we are starting to learn. So that's boring," don't get me wrong, I like school, but if my school were to burn down tonight, I wouldn't be disappointed like Caleb would.
"Do you know what we're doing for dinner?" I ask Caleb as we get out of his parked car in the driveway.
"I think mom is making lasagna."
"Sounds good. I'll be in my room so just come get me for dinner," I sign to Caleb and turn to walk upstairs.
I close my bedroom door behind me and flip the light switch. I also let in some natural light by opening the shades covering my window that faces the street in front of the house. I peek out my window and see that Uriah just got home. Another boy gets out of the driver's side door and at just a glance, he looks exactly like Uriah. It's not until they stand closer together I realize that the new boy, presumably Uriah's brother, is a couple inches taller.
The boys walk into their house and I turn back to my desk and pull out my folders, setting out all my homework for the night. I sit down in my desk chair and start my work.
When I finish, about an hour and a half later, it's not yet dinner time so I lay in bed and watch Pretty Little Liars on Netflix, with captions of course.
After about an episode and a half, Caleb comes into my room to bring me to dinner. I follow him downstairs, and the smell of dinner hits me before my eyes can see it. My mom makes a pretty amazing lasagna, and it looks amazing, with its melted cheese topping, sitting on the dining room table.
I get myself a glass of water and take my seat at the table. Caleb sits down next, and then my father, and once my mother makes sure everything is on the table, she takes her seat. My father looks at all of us with a smile, and everyone else bows their heads and I watch my father as he says/signs the blessing.
"How big of a piece do you want dear?" my mom asks before taking my plate.
"Not too big, but not too small either," I reply and wait as she cuts out a piece and plops it onto my plate. She hands the plate back to me, with a steaming piece of lasagna and I thank her before picking up my fork and digging in.
"How was everyone's day?" my dad asks us. I look around and no one is starting to say anything so I go.
"Mine was okay. We are starting to actually do school work and stuff now."
"Sounds like the teachers have scheduled well," he nods his head and turns to Caleb and then my mother. I kind of zone out while they talk. I feel a small kick on my left foot, coming from Caleb's direction. I give him a look and he looks to my father at the head of the table. Taking the hint, I also look.
"So this weekend I have a fancy business dinner that everyone is invited to. All of the managers and their families will be there," my father explains. "I am hoping all of you can make it, I'm sure it shouldn't be a problem, seeing that Christina will be there with her family."
"We will all be delighted to attend," my mother smiles at my father and places her hand over his on the table affectionately.
"I have no plans," Caleb says.
"Well like you said, Christina will be there anyway," I smile and everyone turns back to their food. After everyone has eaten enough, Caleb and I clear the table and rinse the dishes to put into the dishwasher to run overnight.
"Goodnight everyone," I call out before walking upstairs. No one probably said anything in reply, and if they did I couldn't hear them. I enter my room and close the shades on my window so I could change into my pajamas. I go into my bathroom and brush my teeth.
Climbing into bed, I check my alarm watch and then lean over to turn the lamp off. Snuggling into my covers, I fall asleep soon with little trouble.