as she mutters, “Like you have anything better to do.” “You’re seventeen, not twelve. Surely you know by now that teachers don’t merely exist when in your presence. Of course I have better things to do than to babysit a child who refuses to learn.” Groaning with frustration, she pulls her notebook from her bag along with a pen and slams them on the desk petulantly. “May I eat whilst I work?” “Feel free.” I pull out my own work and slide to a more comfortable position on my desk. The scent of fresh bread and lettuce makes my stomach churn uncomfortably and my mouth water uncontrollably. Eloise smiles smugly as she scatters her work along the desk and pulls at the foil wrappings around the items in her lunch with her left hand. Whoever made her lunch should be the goddess or god of lunches. Fuck if I’m not hungry. Is that humus? Who the hell brings carrot sticks and humus? She slides the tub towards me and nods towards it. I refuse and keep my eyes on my work. I’m not about to take food from a pregnant teenager, although she seems to be doing little more than nibbling. Maybe she feels awkward eating alone. Females can sometimes be weird like that. I take half of her baguette without further hesitation and her lips twitch with a secret smile. Seconds later she joins me and we both enjoy the blissful sandwich together in silence. So crunchy and tasty, not too much ham but just enough. I barely bite back a moan of contentment and utter bliss at the flavours that burst on my tongue.
Eloise
This work isn’t as hard as I initially thought. All of the answers are in the textbooks that were handed out first lesson. I presume the work will get harder as the year progresses, but I’m grateful for the easiness of it at this point. Mr Price was correct in saying there’s actually no wrong answer. There’s only fact and opinion when it comes to history and with Google at our disposal, there’s little left to be discovered that hasn’t already been researched. I finish the first work sheet that I failed to hand in, in just forty five minutes. Without wasting another second, I slide it onto his desk and nod to the clock above the door. He nods. “Go. Enjoy the rest of your day.” “You too.” I mutter without feeling, because I’m still annoyed that I missed my lunch hour because of him. “Thank you for the sandwich.” “Glad you didn’t choke,” I respond with a sickly sweet tone and saunter from the room as his sharp bark of startled laughter sounds around me. He has a nice laugh. A very nice laugh.
Hayley, my forever loyal friend, finds me after a quick text and I’m surprised to be smiling at her usual airhead attitude. She’s not dumb by any means, but she certainly is quite silly at times and I think God passed her along when giving out the brain button for logic. “Dolphins aren’t reptiles?” I laugh and shake my head. “I’m not even going to bother to answer something you won’t bother to remember.” “It’s a legitimate question. I thought all animals in the ocean are reptiles?” “So how do you explain snakes?” She gasps. “Snakes are reptiles?” I close my eyes and pray that somebody opens a locker or a door for me to walk into. It doesn’t happen, typical. “I’m praying that stupid isn’t contagious.” Hayley pouts and nudges me with her elbow. “You said that I’m never stupid, only special.” “Well then I’m praying that your kind of special isn’t contagious.” She huffs, but is immediately distracted by her flavour of the month. I barely escape a three way when their colliding bodies fall in my direction. Awkward and gross. I’m all for cute public displays of affection that are heavy in the romance department, the kind that makes you feel all mushy and warm inside. I’m just not a fan of face munching. I feel a tap on my shoulder and smile immediately at the sight of Garrett. He hugs me tight and I inhale the