“What’s up,” Zee said, walking into History and taking her spot next to Jacob. She didn’t intend for it to be a serious question, but rather, a greeting. Even though this intention, or rather, lack thereof, was clearly understood, Jacob decided to take it literally anyway.
“Ceiling tiles,” he said, bursting into his awkward, jerky laugh. He always said that his laugh was weird, but Zee rather liked it. Admittedly, she never told him that, but she never agreed with his self-deprecation either.
Rolling her blue eyes, Zee replied, “Great powers of observation you’ve got there.”
“Better than yours if it took you that long to notice.” Zee stuttered a bit, searching for a response that didn’t exist, which made him laugh again. She couldn’t help it- she laughed too.
They then smoothly transitioned into talking about the test they supposedly had and if it was going to be difficult or not until the teacher stood up from her desk, which was nearly overflowing with various, colorful trinkets, and walked to the front of the room with a stack of paper. Passing out the tests, Ms Hill gave directions before telling us to begin.
The test wasn’t difficult for Zee at all (most weren’t), and she found her blue pencil flying through the test fairly quickly. About halfway through, however, she got that peculiar feeling that someone was looking at her. Assuming that the someone was trying to copy her answers, she looked around suspiciously, only to be taken by surprise when her eyes found not some random idiot’s eyes, but Jacob’s blue ones, and not on her paper either, but instead, squarely on her own. After a full second of spontaneous eye contact, Zee looked back down at her test, her blonde waves falling forward from their precarious placement behind her ear. As he was no longer looking at her when she glanced back a few seconds later, she dismissed it as an unimportant coincidence and finished her test.
Once everyone was finished, Ms Hill let everyone talk to the end of the class. Still a little confused by whatever had just happened, Zee let Jacob start the conversation.
“That wasn’t bad,” he said.
Zee wondered what he was referring to, but then decided that it didn’t really matter.
“No, it wasn’t,” she said. They then fell into normality, ending up in an intense debate about causation and correlation. You know, normal seventh grade conversation.