It Ain't All Fair - Two
The second part of my new story. I just wanna say, this is actually a real life experience, with different names and slightly different ages and things...
So, where were we? Ah yes, at the point where I had met Anton for the first time...
"Tough luck that we got Old Stone isn't it?" he asked, nudging me slightly with his wonderful elbow. I blushed beet red and nodded. "Hey, you're quiet aren't you?" he asked, getting straight to the point. The thing is, I wasn't usually. This Mr Gorgeous had me all tongue-tied and melting for no apparent reason. Except he was hot, and funny, and easygoing...OK, I didn't know all that then, but I imagined he was. I mean, who could look that good and not be perfect all the way through? I just HAD to talk to him - if I didn't, I knew I would regret it all my life. Looking back on it now, I realize that I more regret that I talked to him in the first place.
"Not really. I'm just kind of like, you know, half asleep 'cause of, well, like the whole maths stuff, you know, like you know?" I stammered. God, I was the coolest person I have ever met! (Or not.) I had to save myself so I demonstrated a little snore, which, of course turned into a snort. He didn't even look at me strangely - he just laughed. I should have known then that there was something wrong with him, I mean, he was laughing at a girl who was snorting like a pig at him. But at that moment, I was filled with happiness at his laugh. So we got talking. And became very good mates, actually.
(Two months later)
"What have you got next?" Lucy asked me over the lunch table as she shoveled in some more crisps. I don't see how she can eat so much and stay perfect shape. She's like a little...skinny thing. I didn't have to pull my long-lost schedule out anymore, I knew every time I had my next lesson.
"Maths." I smiled at her. She looked at me strangely.
"Aren't you meant to wail and throw a fit of hysterics because you hate it?" She asked cautiously, screwing up her crisp packet and standing up to chuck it in the trash cash, attracting exactly fifty-three male stares as she did so.
"No, I actually don't think lines on a straight" I started, but she cut me off.
"Who's the guy?" She asked in a very matter of fact manner. I sighed and slumped onto the table, resting my head on my arms.
"Anton D'silva."
"How fit?"
"Off the wonder scale."
She nodded, digesting my information seriously. She opened a yogurt and dipped her plastic spoon in it, the way that the plastics in the high school movies always do.
"A very serious matter. Is he interested?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes that I instantly did not like. No, no evil gleams.
"Do you have to ask?" I sighed, standing up as the bell rang and grabbing my book bag.
"Yes, actually. But no matter. Something can be done about that." She said slyly, standing up as well and stepping off the bench.
"What?!" I cried in anguish - she always did that. Lucy just winked, whirled, and walked off. I'm sure about five guys behind me slumped to the floor in mild comas as she did this, mistaking her wink for them. I made my way to maths, pondering on what she meant. But all my worried melted as I walked in the classroom and Anton patted the seat beside him, like I had the choice to sit anywhere else.
I smiled a piddly smile and practically flew to my seat on multicolored wings. Then the news came.
"Class, we are to do a test today. People shall be moved up and down from these results." Mr Stone announced. He was wearing blue and purple today. I'm sure he has an obsession with the poor color.
Anyways, so he said this and Anton turned to me.
"I so want to move down." He said, smiling at me like it was no big deal. OK, first let me stop and explain. In my school, we have groups for everything. Set one does the highest level stuff and it goes on to set ten which does the easiest stuff. We were currently in set two, because, even if I do say so myself, I'm pretty clever. My studies were pretty important to me. Which was why this was devastating news. I demanded an explanation. I deserved an explanation! I HAD TO HAVE AN EXPLANATION!!!
"Why?" I asked meekly, twiddling my hair in my fingers.
"Because I'm not all that good at maths. I wasn't to start at an easier level, then work my way up when I'm sure." What he said made perfect sense. I mean, wouldn't everyone want the best for their studies? But what he said had got to me. When I first found out I was put in second set, I was a little upset because I had worked so hard at my last end of year tests in hope that I would get in set one for everything. That hadn't happened, so from these first tests, I had been sure that I would try to get into set one. That was before I had met Anton.
"That's cool." I replied easily. This was the only lesson I had with the guy. Trying hard would sabotage all my chances with him. I mean, he was part of the popular group. Our main conversations were laughing about his blonde ex girlfriends. We would talk lots in maths, but in the hallway barely smile and say hi to each other. I was hoping, over time, I would get a little more than that. But my studies were important to me. "Well, I, for one, am hoping to get into a higher set." I added, my heart hurting with every word. Ow. Ow. Hurty hurty. Ow.
The tests were given out and I walked out of there with an odd sense of calmness after we had completed them. I hadn't tried my hardest, had approached everything with a relaxed air. If I tried really hard, I would have a better chance of getting into set one, and away from Anton. But if I didn't try hard at all, I would be sabotaging my chances of a good education. So I centered it. I mean, both were really important to me.
(Next maths lesson)
"OK, these people stay outside." Mr Stone announces. A little jump of excitement vibrated around my stomach, making me issue a little, baby burp. No one heard me. I think. "Alexis Clover, Anton D'silva and Simon Jones." My heart starting going thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump really, really fast. Maybe Anton had done well, too. Maybe we would move up together. Maybe...
"Anton, you have been moved to set three. Simone and Alexis, you have been moved up to set one. Congratulations, Miss Clover. You got the highest score of them all. After pretty much the first page, you had secured your place away from set two." He added. And away from Anton I wanted to say. But I didn't. I just smiled and began to walk down the corridor. I reached my maths door and turned back just before going in. Anton was still standing there, grinning at me over the still talking Mr Stone's shoulder.
"Tough luck that we got Old Stone isn't it?" he asked, nudging me slightly with his wonderful elbow. I blushed beet red and nodded. "Hey, you're quiet aren't you?" he asked, getting straight to the point. The thing is, I wasn't usually. This Mr Gorgeous had me all tongue-tied and melting for no apparent reason. Except he was hot, and funny, and easygoing...OK, I didn't know all that then, but I imagined he was. I mean, who could look that good and not be perfect all the way through? I just HAD to talk to him - if I didn't, I knew I would regret it all my life. Looking back on it now, I realize that I more regret that I talked to him in the first place.
"Not really. I'm just kind of like, you know, half asleep 'cause of, well, like the whole maths stuff, you know, like you know?" I stammered. God, I was the coolest person I have ever met! (Or not.) I had to save myself so I demonstrated a little snore, which, of course turned into a snort. He didn't even look at me strangely - he just laughed. I should have known then that there was something wrong with him, I mean, he was laughing at a girl who was snorting like a pig at him. But at that moment, I was filled with happiness at his laugh. So we got talking. And became very good mates, actually.
(Two months later)
"What have you got next?" Lucy asked me over the lunch table as she shoveled in some more crisps. I don't see how she can eat so much and stay perfect shape. She's like a little...skinny thing. I didn't have to pull my long-lost schedule out anymore, I knew every time I had my next lesson.
"Maths." I smiled at her. She looked at me strangely.
"Aren't you meant to wail and throw a fit of hysterics because you hate it?" She asked cautiously, screwing up her crisp packet and standing up to chuck it in the trash cash, attracting exactly fifty-three male stares as she did so.
"No, I actually don't think lines on a straight" I started, but she cut me off.
"Who's the guy?" She asked in a very matter of fact manner. I sighed and slumped onto the table, resting my head on my arms.
"Anton D'silva."
"How fit?"
"Off the wonder scale."
She nodded, digesting my information seriously. She opened a yogurt and dipped her plastic spoon in it, the way that the plastics in the high school movies always do.
"A very serious matter. Is he interested?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes that I instantly did not like. No, no evil gleams.
"Do you have to ask?" I sighed, standing up as the bell rang and grabbing my book bag.
"Yes, actually. But no matter. Something can be done about that." She said slyly, standing up as well and stepping off the bench.
"What?!" I cried in anguish - she always did that. Lucy just winked, whirled, and walked off. I'm sure about five guys behind me slumped to the floor in mild comas as she did this, mistaking her wink for them. I made my way to maths, pondering on what she meant. But all my worried melted as I walked in the classroom and Anton patted the seat beside him, like I had the choice to sit anywhere else.
I smiled a piddly smile and practically flew to my seat on multicolored wings. Then the news came.
"Class, we are to do a test today. People shall be moved up and down from these results." Mr Stone announced. He was wearing blue and purple today. I'm sure he has an obsession with the poor color.
Anyways, so he said this and Anton turned to me.
"I so want to move down." He said, smiling at me like it was no big deal. OK, first let me stop and explain. In my school, we have groups for everything. Set one does the highest level stuff and it goes on to set ten which does the easiest stuff. We were currently in set two, because, even if I do say so myself, I'm pretty clever. My studies were pretty important to me. Which was why this was devastating news. I demanded an explanation. I deserved an explanation! I HAD TO HAVE AN EXPLANATION!!!
"Why?" I asked meekly, twiddling my hair in my fingers.
"Because I'm not all that good at maths. I wasn't to start at an easier level, then work my way up when I'm sure." What he said made perfect sense. I mean, wouldn't everyone want the best for their studies? But what he said had got to me. When I first found out I was put in second set, I was a little upset because I had worked so hard at my last end of year tests in hope that I would get in set one for everything. That hadn't happened, so from these first tests, I had been sure that I would try to get into set one. That was before I had met Anton.
"That's cool." I replied easily. This was the only lesson I had with the guy. Trying hard would sabotage all my chances with him. I mean, he was part of the popular group. Our main conversations were laughing about his blonde ex girlfriends. We would talk lots in maths, but in the hallway barely smile and say hi to each other. I was hoping, over time, I would get a little more than that. But my studies were important to me. "Well, I, for one, am hoping to get into a higher set." I added, my heart hurting with every word. Ow. Ow. Hurty hurty. Ow.
The tests were given out and I walked out of there with an odd sense of calmness after we had completed them. I hadn't tried my hardest, had approached everything with a relaxed air. If I tried really hard, I would have a better chance of getting into set one, and away from Anton. But if I didn't try hard at all, I would be sabotaging my chances of a good education. So I centered it. I mean, both were really important to me.
(Next maths lesson)
"OK, these people stay outside." Mr Stone announces. A little jump of excitement vibrated around my stomach, making me issue a little, baby burp. No one heard me. I think. "Alexis Clover, Anton D'silva and Simon Jones." My heart starting going thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump really, really fast. Maybe Anton had done well, too. Maybe we would move up together. Maybe...
"Anton, you have been moved to set three. Simone and Alexis, you have been moved up to set one. Congratulations, Miss Clover. You got the highest score of them all. After pretty much the first page, you had secured your place away from set two." He added. And away from Anton I wanted to say. But I didn't. I just smiled and began to walk down the corridor. I reached my maths door and turned back just before going in. Anton was still standing there, grinning at me over the still talking Mr Stone's shoulder.
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