Alexandria, Please

Chapter 1

    "Hey!" I yelled across the room. My crush turned around. I waved excitedly like a kid in a candy store. She turned back around and quickly rounded the corner. I frowned, hugged my books to my chest, and walked back to my locker. So many thoughts ran through my mind. Why doesn't she like me? Why does she run away from me? Because you're creepy when you scream hey from across the hallway, my subconscious reminds me, and maybe she's right, but I just want her to talk to me.

    "Hey Bee, " my best friend always meets me between this hour because we have next hour together. "How ya doing? Did she talk to you?"

    "No, why would she?"

    "I don't know, a change of heart? C'mon, we have math class with her now," and Ben begins to take my math binder and math book out of my locker handing them to me, and on the inside, I'm dreading to go. "Hurry, the bell is going to ring." We begin running, something I don't do. Ever.

    RINGGG, the bell rings as soon as we enter the doorway.

    "And do you two have passes for being late?" asks our math teacher, Mr. Kingsley, but everyone just calls him Mr. King, the opposite of what he is.

    "Though this won't count, we were going to the bathroom," Ben begins, as Mr. King interrupts.

    "Together?"

    Ben tilts his head sarcastically, "Yes, together."

    "Take a seat," Mr. King says to us. "Oh, and not next to each other. Ben and I look at Mr. King, then at each other, and then back at Mr. King.

    "What?!" We scream at the same time, in harmony. Ben's voice makes it seem like we're in a choir together. He has quite a low, seductive voice.

    "You heard me," I hear him say, but in my head, I'm wishing I hadn't heard him. I'm wishing he never said it at all. I'm wishing it never happened. "Benjamin, you can sit here, and Beatrice..."

    I'm seriously wishing that he didn't say my name. That none of this is happening. This is what high school does to you. You think you have your whole life figured out. You think everything is going to be fine, but every time you walk in those doors, you're wishing you could die. I walk in those doors at the front of the school with many others surrounding me, and all I hear is sighs from each person as they cross the imaginary line, dreading the 8 hours ahead of them. I hear people talking to themselves saying, "High school sucks, college is so much better." I'm waiting for college, and I'm hoping the rumors are true. If it's anything like this, I quit.

    "You can sit here," and just like that, I'm pulled from my thought. I look to where he's pointing and I gasp, but at a low volume. Ben hears me somehow, as he stares at what I'm looking at. We make eye contact, and he mouthes, "it'll be okay".

    I'm terrified as I sit in the seat that Mr. King has assigned to me for the day. I don't understand why he would do this to me, or to us. I look over at Ben, and I'm sure he can see the sweat dripping down my forehead.

    I have never, in my entirety of being at this school, have sat next to my crush. Alexandria, my crush. It makes me sweat, makes me nervous, but I have to stay calm. I just want to take a knife, and slit his throat. I know that's bad and all, but everyone has a dark side. Even nice people have a dark side.

    Mr. King keeps talking, even though I'm not listening as I doodle in my notebook. Soon enough, I fall asleep. I was actually having a pretty good dream, until I heard the loudest slap I think I'll ever hear in my life. I actually think my eardrum might have burst.

    "Beatrice Whaley," Mr. King is standing in front of my desk with a book tucked underneath his arm.

    "Mr. King?" I answer sarcastically which only makes his face go from angry to furious, however, I don't care at this point.

    "Beatrice, you either stay awake or leave?"

    "And where do you want me to go?" I ask, standing up. I'm not staying in this class any longer than I have to.

    "You can go to the office."

    "Okay," I shrug, walking slowly to the door. When I opened the door, I turned around for a quick second. "Ben, I need you to go come over after school. At this point, I believe I'm going home, thank the lord. Oh, and Mr. King? Thank you for this opportunity; as you can tell, I didn't want to stay anyway."

    With that, I walked out, and as the door closed, I heard Ben say, "This is why she's my best friend."

    As I'm walking on my way to the office, to hopefully go home, I can see my reflection on the floor tiles as I walk. In my head, I applaud the janitor, because I don't see how he keeps the floor this clean with so many dirty and nasty people.

    After two flights of stairs and endless hallways, I mindlessly finally make it to the school office. The first thing I hear when I walk in the room is, "Why are you here?"

    "I was sent by Mr. King." I sigh. "He just said to go to the office? I guess I was causing trouble, and he wants me to go home."

    "Do you drive to school?"

    "Yes."

    "Then you may leave." I raise my eyebrows to indicate a goodbye to freedom, and take my keys out of my small pocket. I'll never understand why girl pants have the smallest pockets in the world. I push the front doors of the school open to my freedom, and take out my phone. I text Ben, saying, "Have fun in Math! I'm leaving. The office lady never even flinched." I don't think anyone knows her real name.'

    I get in my car, and close the door, turning the heat all the way up. My phone starts to vibrate in my back pocket. Its Ben calling, and so I slide my thumb across the screen, holding it up to my ear. "Ben?"

    "Have you left yet?"

    "No, I'm currently in my car warming up, why?"

    "Back door, by Mrs. Uncé's classroom," Ben whispers into the phone, and hangs up. I turn my car to the right, towards Mrs. Uncé's classroom. I see Ben running toward my car, and he opens the door, jumping in and setting his book bag in the backseat. "Go."

    "You make sneaking away so overdramatic," I say, and rev the engine. I speed out of the parking lot, driving up onto the curb, and into the grass. I've stopped giving a fuck at this point.

    "Well, unlike you, I've never snuck away. Especially from school," he raises his eyebrows at me.

    "Well, you're still dramatic." I state. "You need to let loose. You've got so many sticks up your ass you can't do anything without feeling uncomfortable."

    He practically gasps at everything I just said, "I'm not uncomfortable right now." A little silence goes by.

    "Ben!" I scream, and he jumps so hard, his head hits the roof of my car. I believe he's uncomfortable now.

    "You're uncomfortable," I state.

    "You know, I don't even know how you're my best friend."

    "Oh, that's easy," I raise my eyebrows, sliding my sunglasses onto my face. "It's because you love me."