My Nonexistent Love Story/Skinny Love

#4: Sometimes I can be this lucky

"Ready for math?"

"Like I would ever learn for the Olympics,"

"Perhaps it would be more useful?"

"Last year I didn't learn for chemistry. I got to the next round. Conclusion: there is no need to learn for the Olympics,"

"Some are still soooo unchangeable," Michelle joined the conversation.

"And you?" Chan said, knowing the answer already.

"Of course not,"

"Then, not only some,"

"Oh, of course we won't talk that some are unchangeable about boys as well," She looked at me with her knowing gaze.

I started to answer her already, but the door to class, where our math had to be held, opened and teacher started to let people in.

"You two. From 9th grade? Okay, you go in, too," The teacher let Chantal and Michelle in as well, leaving all the rest of us outside.

I leaned against the wall, observing Cyle and Corey, who for some strange reason, had also come to the Olympics. Not that I would want to offend anyone, but c'mon, these people who are popular, they have a 'strange habit' to get bad grades. Okay, let's be honest, they just didn't need to study, because their parents are rich people and can afford them everything.

You don't have to go to the lessons. Of course.

That answer was so simple. This is a hobby for some people - as soon as the the season of Olympiads begin in the autumn, they participate only because they don't have to go to the lessons.

I turned eyes away because their 'fight' started getting on my nerves.

It is possible that it would have been wiser to look at those stupid things. Or at least, look somewhere else. To catch Jason's eyes (back then I didn't do it very often .. those good old times), and drown in there when he wasn't mine, wasn't just the best alternative.

This lasted a few seconds, but it seemed as if hours passed before he turned his head away. I blinked my eyes and turned away again, so I couldn't feel no longer the vibes, which occurred in my body, when we looked into each others' eyes.

Later, of course, there were millions of exchanges of looks and they still made me shake.

"9th grade, you can go inside," the teacher's voice sounded through the mist, even I was standing only a meter from her.

However, I moved to the class, smiled at Micha and Chantal, who sat in the first and second table, and went to the fifth (the third was occupied and then I decided to sit farer). I took out compasses, ruler, protractor, pen and wait until I get my work.

I supported my head on my hand and kinda daydreamed until someone landed before my table.

Are you kidding me again?

I looked over his shoulder at Micha and Chan, who just grinned obscure.

So funny. You couldn't sit somewhere else?

I raised my brow towards Jason's back, as if he really could see it. Michelle and Chantal, however, had so pleased faces, as if their peculiar plan succeeded. Not to mention, as though it were some kind of a suitable chance for I-don't-know-what.

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About 1.5 hours passed, when I finally raised my head from paper. Not that everything was ready. But two of the five tasks were done perfectly, and I let my eyes rest.