Boster II

Chapter One: First Day

Bonnie's POV

"Bon, it'll be fine, I met him at meet the teacher and he doesn't seem that bad." Blair was behind me waiting for me to open the door to the mobile classroom where we were about to have a new math class with a brand new teacher. I had my first 3 classes with Blair, and she was eager to sit, as we had done quite a bit of walking around searching for the classroom. I was nervous, because I knew our first and second period teachers, but this teacher was new, and not only did I not know him, but NO ONE knew him. His name was Mr. Foster and all I knew was that Blair said he was young, talked about his fiancee and basketball a lot, and was taller than her, but she only said that because everyone is taller than her cause she's almost average height but not quite and it bugged her.

"Hey... are you girls coming in, or are you lost?" A deep voice made me look up, meeting the eyes of a young man, holding the door to the classroom open, waiting for my response. Unfortunately, instead of responding, I dropped my notebook, agenda, binder, and phone all at once, and Blair quickly interrupted my embarrassment by yelling.

"Bonnie! Your phone hit my foot and now it fell through the rail and I have to get it and I don't wanna," she whined and gracefully hopped over the rather tall railing my phone had fallen through, grabbed it, skipped up the ramp, and continued, "Aren't you gonna pick the other stuff up? C'mon let's go, he's not gonna hold the door open forever."

"Are you two here for my third period algebra class?" His gaze hadn't moved from my face, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, but god, I hope he can't tell what I'm feeling! Even if he knows I'm embarrassed, I hope he just assumes it's because of me dropping my books.

"Yep! Are there seats in the front left? I can't really see unless I'm close to the front." Blair nudged me with my things while waiting for a response. I took them wordlessly and pretended to be distracted by them.

"There's one seat in the front, and one right behind it. I'll assign seats eventually, but since it's the first day, go crazy." He chuckled at his own joke, making me smile, but Blair didn't seem too amused. She smiled politely at him and poked me so I'd go inside. I didn't realize how warm I was until I entered the air conditioned room. Blair hurried to the seat in the front, while I wiped the sweat off my forehead and followed her slowly.

"Hey dudes, what took you guys so long? We came from the same class and you guys are here so late, what gives?" Carl, a short boy with long brown hair and brown eyes, sitting in the seat next to Blair gave us almost a sassy look to go with his question.

Blair kinda giggled and held up a finger to indicate to him that she would respond momentarily. She whipped out her phone, unlocked it, and began typing. Clearly she was texting Carl a response that she either did not want others to hear, or didn't want me to hear. Her fingers flew from letter to letter on her keyboard. She's the kinda texter that responds so fast you don't even get a chance to leave the message app before her response has popped up. If Blair wasn't interested in texting you, you'd know within seconds, because she responds in either two seconds, or not at all.

Carl's phone silently lit up, clearly with a text response from Blair. He giggled too, yep, giggled, and quickly typed a message back. Carl wasn't a fast texter necessarily, but it looked like he was just pressing the same letter a billion times, so it seemed faster than normal.

"Alright class, everyone please turn your attention to the front, and not to your friends. I only have a half hour today so we aren't gonna jump into a lesson, but we are gonna play a quick game." Mr. Foster began pressing buttons on his computer and pulling up the game. While he did this a piece of hair crept closer to his eyes and eventually under his glasses, causing him to brush it away. It almost seemed like time slowed and everything turned into one of those movies where a super hot guy and a super hot girl walk toward each other in slow-mo, flipping their hair and just looking hot, while everyone stares at them.

I was taken out of my imaginary slow-mo movie moment by the sound of my friends giggling and looking at me. Uh oh. Did they notice? They were laughing at me! Of course they noticed! Oh god, I need to get a hold of myself. From this moment on, I will make sure to not be suspicious at all, not one bit! No staring, no slow mo moments, just be normal.