Vice Versa

wow! was not expecting this. this story has only been up and already has some views, and even a fan! can't express my happiness (:

as always, comments, questions, ideas below, i'd greatly appreciate them! please bear with me through this story, i promise it'll get loads better xD it's taking me a while to get these up, although i am currently writing chapter six, just hit a minor writer's block. anyway, on with the story (:

Chapter Three

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

That whole day, all I could think of was, what should I do? In fact I was just thinking that question in science class when the teacher decided to call on me. Leave it to Mr. Price to call on a student when they're least expecting it.

"Excuse me Matt, would you care to tell me the answer?" he asks me, giving that look that teachers give when they know they have you. Usually when this happens, you're supposed to stun them by giving them the right answer. This time though, I didn't have such answer.

"Uhhhh..." I think for a second, looking for a way out. "Forty two?" The class laughs. Either for my sarcastic answer, in which I'll be awarded the title of class clown, or they were laughing at me for not paying attention. 'Oh well, they can think what they want.' I think to myself. I had more important things to think about.

"So to you, the most important theory that Albert Einstein came up with was forty two? Why don't you tell the class what you are thinking about, since it is obviously more important than what I'm telling you will be on the test next week." I swear the guy can read my mind sometimes.

"No no, Mr. Price, please go on with your very intruiging lecture," I said rather boldly, still trying to keep some ammount of control over this situation.

"Well if that's how you want to be, you can report to the office. Take your things along with you." Crap I didn't see this coming at all. But what are they going to do, call home? Ooh I was so scared. Not like my mom would be able to answer, she would be too drunk to even know the phone was ringing. I pack up my stuff, throw my bag over my shoulder, and calmly proceed to walk out the door.

"See ya, everybody! Enjoy Hell without me!" I laugh over my shoulder.

___________________________________________

"Finally some time to think..." I look into the office to see Leighton sitting in one of the two chairs by the far wall. She looks up as I walk in, then smiles in my direction. Good thing there's no talking in here or I'd have a total mental breakdown. I sit on the far sideof the only other open chair, which was just inches away from her.

"Matt Klosterman, come into my office please." I hear the school councilor's voice say. I start walking towards the councilor's office and got the sudden urge to look back. Just as I did, Leighton decided to blow me a kiss, leading me to smack my head right into the doorway. I quickly turned beat red and turned into the office.

"So, Matt. I hear you aren't paying attention in class yet again," she says. "what seems to be the problem this time?" The councilor looked really nice, with her long brown hair and blue eyes, and that face that made you want to trust her and tell her everything. Still, I was reluctant. "Oh, nothing." I smoothly reply. No way was I about to tell her that I was daydreaming about a girl. "I'm sure I can concentrate better now, thanks for your time." I start to get up, but she stops me.

"You know, if you ever need someone to just talk to, about anything, I'm always here." She says this while putting her hand gingerly on my arm, smiling. I shake her hand off. "Thanks for the offer, I'll keep that in mind. Bye Ms. Belle."

I walk out of the office to find that Leighton had gone. My shoulders instantly felt lighter for some reason, like that cheesy line saying "a weight was lifted from my shoulders". I went over to a seat and sunk into it. Now I finally had some time to think. Until I bumped into the one person I was dreading to see at the moment, Spencer.

"Dude I heard about what you did in there, that would have been epic to see!" I cringe as he brings this up. I absolutely hate being put in the center of attention, it gives me the creeps all over. I shrug and say, "It wasn't that cool."

"Are you kidding me, bro?" he looks at me incredulously. "That was possibly the biggest moment in science history this year! I am totally going to make sure that goes into the yearbook." I give him my best death glare at that comment.