Long Live... [Editing Plot, etc.]

Long Live...Chapter 9

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First period was Pre-Calculus.

It was a quiet class, then again, it was first period also known as the first class of the day. The class was filled with only seniors and juniors, the upper-class students. I was so glad we had a substitute today. Usually this was the perfect time to switch seat arrangements and have a chance to sit with your friends. This was also the time for Darrell to sit next to me and flirt like there’s no tomorrow. He was a senior and a football player. He has short black hair with black eyes that looked like burning coal, along with a perfect tan skin. Hard to believe under cloudy weather you actually have half of the school with slight tanned skin.

The bell rang and I looked to my right to see Darrell right next to me.

"Hi Amanda." He started with a smile.

"Hey, how’s practice?" I asked. He scooted his table closer to mine, in the process.

"Good and exhausting." He rolled his eyes in a perfect sphere shape.

"So I heard you guys are against Ranch Vail High school, I heard they’re good."

"Yeah, I guess so. But as long as you go to the game, I’m pretty sure all the guys will play harder just to get your attention, even myself." I chuckled, clearly flattered. Usually I wasn't sure how to reply to this but I've gotten used to it somehow.

"Who knows, maybe I will stop by. And I suggest you tell them or else we will lose." He smiled quickly, and he never took his eyes off of me. In some sort of nervous gesture he ran his hand through his dark black hair.

"Maybe I will." he said back.

Out of all the senior football players, Darrell was the one who treated me like a normal girl, not like the rest of the team. I suddenly thought about the day when I got out of bed and saw Brandon’s best friends down in the living room. I would classify that as awkward. Of course I couldn’t forget the part where my brother slapped two of them. Darrell cleared his throat, which brought me back to the present.

"So you divide the exponents only when they have the same degree, right?" I nodded. I peered down to his surprisingly neat work, he already started.

"You started without me!" He grinned, guilty.

"Well, you always catch up to me and work ahead of me. So, I wanted to work ahead, to turn the tables for once." I smiled, that was cute. It wasn't my fault math problems for me were easy to do.

"Well I get to the point and don’t show all of the work that is processing in my mind." He snickered.

"One of the reasons why I get full credit." he retorted. My mouth hung open, apparently appalled.

"Take that back, Darrell." I warned the tip of my pencil on his sheet.

"No. Not my classwork." He sarcastically said, which sounded like he was bored. I laughed and pulled my pencil away.

"One of the reasons why I have a B plus and you have a C." I countered.

"C plus!" he corrected as he pointed his pencil at me.

"Whatever, it’s still lower than my grade." He pressed his lips together, covering a grin. I turned back to my sheet and started my work, starting with number one. I worked through the problems, only hearing the mathematical process in my head. Darrell worked silently by my side. I often felt his eyes on my sheet, and sometimes, even on me. My brother used to take me to his practices and games. Sometimes I would take my friends, but I guess they were just intrigued that I was the sister of their captain. Yeah, I’ve heard it a few times....maybe more than necessary.