The Underclassmen Files

6- "Her hair is cookie monster blue."

The second day of school wasn't much better than the first. The day was seeming to drag on, and I had only seen Kaylee in the hallway for a moment. Despite the few minutes that we had to talk, we were able to match up our schedules to see that we had lunch together and made plans to find each other and eat together when we got to the cafeteria. That short discussion had happened nearly three hours ago, and now I was currently sitting in my third class of the day; math.

I was in the last lunch group, therefore me and the rest of my class wouldn't be eating until after this period ended. Then we only had two classes left before we got to head home for the day. Then I could go home and curl up in my bed for a bit before I had to do my homework.

At the front of my class, Ms. Miller droned on about what we were going to cover in unit one, and despite the rule about math being fun, a majority of the class was slumped over onto their desks half asleep. It wasn't until the middle of class hit that she finally started to go over the lesson for the day. While my classmates stared at the board with lifeless eyes, I scribbled down notes in my spiral notebook.

That is until the sound of knocking came from the door. A few people stayed slumped over their desks but a majority jumped up, startled by the sound.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Ms. Miller said, "This is why I don't like tardy students. It interrupts the class." Despite her words, and the heavy scowl that now adorned her wrinkly face, she proceeded to open the door anyway. On the other side of the door stood Nate with one strap of his backpack slung over his shoulder and a charming smile on his face.

"You're late and the rule is that you do not come into class at all if you are late."

Nate nodded his head, his smile not faltering for a second. "That rule makes perfect sense, but I my schedule was messed up and I was in another class during this period until today. That's why I'm late. I was with my counselor sorting out everything just now."

Ms. Miller raised and eyebrow, huffed in exasperation, and then waved Nate into the classroom. She looked as if somene had just kicked her puppy. Nate had just broken rule #9 by finding a loophole, and as the rule states, loopholes will not be tolerated. 

As Ms. Miller locked the door behind Nate and proceeded with the lesson, Nate caught my eye and came and took empty seat that was behind me. When he passed me, all smiles and a flirty wink, he whispered, "Senior math?"

I was a little scared to talk in fear that Ms. Miller would yell at me, despite the fact that I was indeed talking about math, so instead I just nodded in response.

For the rest of the class period Ms. Miller droned on about limit fundamentals and term definitions, I wrote my name in bubble letters and colored it in with my colorful pens. It wasn't that I wasn't paying attention, it was just that I had already taken the notes down from my math textbook, so everything that she was saying was just going over what I had written at the start of class. As I scribbled with my purple pen in the second 's' in my name, I felt a little nudge on the back of my shoulder. Beofre turning around, I made sure that Ms. Miller wasn't paying attention, and then I turned to see Nate offering me a piece of folded up paper.

I glanced down at the note, then up at Nate who gave me a little half smile before waving the note at me until I took it and turned back to face the front of the room again.

I bit my bottom lip as I unfolded the note to read Nate's message. In scrawled handwriting was written, "Calculus? I thought this was your first year in highschool?"

I shook my head at the note. Just because I'm young, doesn't mean that I can't be advanced in a subject. In response to his words, right under his question I wrote, "I've always been advanced in math," before sneakily passing it back to him under my arm.