I managed to get through my last few classes while paying minimal attention. Pretty much all I knew was that I was going to have a hell of a time getting my homework done tonight; I wasn’t looking forward to it. Luckily some of the things that the teacher had been going over in class was just somewhat of a review from what he learned last year, with a few added information and embellishments, just to refresh us on everything that we most likely forgot during the summer break.
I had taken my time walking back to the dorms so I could avoid having to explain why I had missed my class after lunch. I knew by now Becca told Liz and Christina, because she can’t keep anything to herself. I eventually made it to the dorm building and I decided to use the stairs to get to the second floor instead of the elevator.
Once I was up on my floor I had to push passed a few girls that were standing in the middle of the hallway talking, but I soon made it to my room. I figured they were all already in the room so the door was most likely unlocked so I didn’t have to bother with taking my key out of my bag. I twisted the doorknob, and sure enough the door opened.
I saw my friends already getting out their homework and sitting on the floor, spending the time we had until dinner to get as much work done as they could. I closed the door behind me and walked in before sitting down on the ground to join them.
“I got you the work you missed in chemistry,” Becca told me once she realized that I had sat down with them.
“Thanks,” I answered, and I knew that the moment they had out everything they needed, they were going to have to have a mini gossip session before they started work, and I knew it was going to begin with them talking about me.
“So why’d you miss Chemistry today?” Becca soon asked, just as I knew she would, with an amused look on her face.
“I wasn’t feeling well after lunch so I went to the nurse,” I said and shrugged, trying to act like it was nothing while inside I was nervous out of my mind.
“You were in the nurse for a whole class? You couldn’t have felt that bad,” Christina said.
“Yeah, knowing you I’m surprised you even went to the nurse, I would’ve thought you would power through and not see the nurse until after classes so you wouldn’t have to miss anything,” Becca said with a smile.
“I skipped class today okay, can we just leave it at that,” I said before I realized what I was saying.
It took me a second to notice that I had skipped instead saying, well basically anything else. I hoped they didn’t notice, but I knew they did when Liz looked up from her book and Becca and Christina perked up a bit.
“Skipped?” Becca asked with an amused look on her face.
“That’s not what I meant to say,” I stammered, but I knew they weren’t going to listen to any denial.
“You said skipped,” Christina said.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” I told them; still trying to convince them that saying I skipped was an honest mistake, even though it wasn’t.
“Because you didn’t want to tell us, right?” Christina said, still with an amused look on her face.
They were having too much fun with this.
“Can we just start on our work,” I said, trying to shift this conversation to anything else.
“She had to have skipped, look how much she’s denying it, how she’s anxiously trying to change the topic,” Becca said to Christina and they both laughed as I rolled my eyes at them.
“Fine,” I said, and they quickly stopped laughing to listen to what I was going to say.
“I went to the coffee shop to work on a project and I lost track of time, that’s it,” I said, “I didn’t skip on purpose,”
“What project?” Liz asked quickly, like there was an assignment she didn’t know about, and I knew that I probably shouldn’t have said project.
“You’ve already gotten a project on the second day?” Christina asked.
“The only project I’ve gotten is the one in Mr. Thomas’s class where we were assigned a partner…” Liz began and soon trailed off.
“You skipped class with Harry!” she exclaimed causing Becca to squeal and Christina to gasp and cover her mouth with her hands in shock.
“A boy,” Becca said, “How scandalous,” she added, causing Christina and Liz to burst out laughing, and I grabbed pillow off the bed and threw it had her.
“Never would I have thought that Nicole Matthews would skip class with a boy, and on the second day too, you go girl,” I grabbed another pillow and threw it had her.
“We were just working on a project and didn’t realize lunch had already ended,” I told her.
“It’s funny how you were the one who didn’t want the boys to be here this year, and then you skip class with one of them,” Christina said.
“It was an accident, I just wanted to get the project done so I could be done with him,” I said.
“Well when you’re done with him, I will gladly take him off your hands,” Becca said, causing all of us to laugh.
“He has that bad boy reputation,” Christina said,
“Does he live up to that or is it just an appearance judgment?” she asked, and I didn’t like how this was now turning into gossip about Harry.
“He’s an ass,” I told her.
“He’s hot though,” Becca said.
“He’s still an ass,” I said, and Becca just shrugged.
“He came from a public school and he got in a lot of trouble there so his mom said it was either boarding school or military school,” I told them.
I knew the military school thing was just a joke that Harry had said his mom threatened him with, but I didn’t want my friends liking any part of this boy so I was going to throw him under the bus right now.
“Public school, seriously?” Liz questioned and I nodded.
“He is so disrespectful, and was pretty much bashing this school and all it’s regulations, saying that it’s not preparing us for the real world and crap,” I told them.
“That’s ridiculous, he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. He is probably just mad that he basically got kicked out of us old school,” Christina said.
“I still think he’s hot,” Becca said, and Christina grabbed one of the pillows that I had thrown at her earlier and threw it at Becca again.
“Let’s just get out work done and then head to dinner,” I said, hoping to finally put an end to this conversation.
They all nodded, and we began to pick the first assignment that we wanted to complete.
I think we all pretty much got all of our work done by the time we needed to go to the dining hall for dinner. It was only the second day so there really wasn’t that much homework that needed to get done. I was talking to Niall as we walked to dinner. The other boys had caught up with Zayn and walked off with him before we even noticed.
When we got to the dining hall though, Niall left and caught up with them, leaving me by myself. He had asked why I wasn’t going over with him; I just didn’t feel like joining him and my dorm mates right now. I walked over to the area were Nicole usually sat, sitting a few seats down and across from the seat I knew she sat in everyday.
I soon noticed her walking over to her seat, but she was joined by her friends. I forgot that they sat with her before they got their meal, after that though they pretty much ditched her, at least that’s what it looked like. I looked over at them, and I knew her friends noticed me when they began to give me glares.
I knew then that Nicole had to have said something to them, and I wondered what she had told them about me, it obviously wasn’t in my favor.
I ignored them, but I probably had a confused look on my face as I looked over at Nicole, but she just glance up a few times at me, but mostly didn’t make any eye contact. I shrugged it off when they called for our grade to go up and get our dinner.
I made my way through the line and made it back to the table before Nicole had made it back to her seat. I knew her friends wouldn’t be sitting here now so I sat in the seat that was across from the one that Nicole sat in.
A few minutes later I saw her walking over and hesitantly sitting down in front of me.
“Why are you sitting with me?” she asked.
“I always sit with you,” I told her as I took a bite of whatever kind of meat I was eating.
She sighed and I watched as she got out the folder that I recognized so well since it was the one she always pulled out when we worked on the project. I really didn’t want to work on the project right now, I kind of just wanted to talk to her, but I knew that probably wasn’t going to work out well. “So do your friends have a problem with me or something?” I decided to ask since they’d never glared at me before. Two of them never really acknowledged me, but one of them I noticed would constantly be staring at me in the calculus class we had together.
“I don’t know,” she answered as she got out a pen and handed me one, so I decided I should go ahead and take out my paper for the project that was still in my pocket.
“What did you tell them about missing class today?” I asked her since I was positive that her friends found out someway or another, whether she had the class after lunch with one of them, or some other way.
“I told them it was your fault,” she stated.
“So do you think that’s why they were glaring at me earlier?” I asked, wondering why she hadn’t just started with that.
“I guess,” she shrugged. I noticed that she hadn’t made eye contact with me once; she was just staring down at the paper of questions in front of her.
“What happened to telling them that you weren’t feeling well and went to the nurse?” I asked since I thought that’s we agreed on if anyone asked why we weren’t in class.
“They didn’t believe me,” she said.
“No one stays in the nurses office for the whole class period and then comes back next class perfectly fine,” she said to me.
“My dorm mates believed me,” I told her.
“Well mine didn’t,”
“That’s why if they start to not believe your story, you keep telling them that it’s the truth until they no longer what to deal with it, you deny everything else,” I told her.
“Well I don’t like to lie,” she retaliated.
“That’s how you get caught and get in trouble, by not lying,” I said.
“No, they way you don’t get in trouble is that you do what you’re supposed to, and what you’re told,” she said sternly.
“That is the definition of how to not have fun your senior year,” I said with a slight laugh.
“Well that’s how things work around here,” she said.
“I think that’s stupid,” I replied.
“Can we just work on this project so we can get it all over with?” she asked, probably having enough of this conversation.
I went ahead and did what she said and we began to answer the next question that we had to answer about ourselves.