A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 9
I signed in at the office and got my locker number and timetable.
According to the timetable, I had English first, but that started in ten minutes.
I wandered down the corridor until I reached my locker. I looked at the code I had written down on a piece of paper, and tried to open the locker. It didn't work. I tried three more times, until I became aware that there was someone standing next to me, watching me. I turned to see a boy my age grinning. He had bright blue eyes, and medium length blonde hair. He was hot.
"Having trouble?" he asked me.
"Yeah, the damn locker won't open."
"Let me try," he said. He started turning the dial, and it opened.
"How'd you do that?" I asked, "I didn't even give you the code number."
"I already know the code number; this is my locker." He said laughing really hard.
I blushed deeply but uncontrollably laughed too. "That one's your locker" he said pointing to the locker next to his. I opened it up and put all my new books I had got from the office.
"Sorry, I should have introduced myself, I'm Jay."
"I'm Emily," I grinned at him.
"You're not American, are you?"
"No, I'm Australian."
"Really? When and why did you move?"
"I moved here about a week ago, and as for why; it's a long story." I had decided not tell anyone just yet about being related to Adrienne and Billie Joe.
"Cool. What have you got first?" he asked me.
"English. You?"
"Same, I'll probably be in your class."
The bell rang, and we walked to English together. Jay took a seat at the back, and signaled for me to sit next to him. He introduced me to some of his friends while we waited for the teacher to arrive.
"This is Todd, Clare, Jack, Lacey and Chad," he said, pointing in turn to the group sitting around us.
"Hi," I said, smiling at them.
"Hey, you're the Australian, right?" asked the girl called Lacey.
"Yep, that's me." I said grinning.
"Do you like it here?" asked Todd.
"Yeah, I love it. It's unreal."
"What kind of music do you like?" asked Claire.
"Rock and heavy metal."
"What bands?" asked Chad
"Behind Crimson Eyes, Funeral for a Friend, Green Day."
"You have good taste," said Chad.
I was about to reply when the teacher came in.
I found out that English was indeed very boring, and I spent most the class receiving and passing notes to my new found friends. When lunch came, they asked me to join them at their table. I really enjoyed their company, they were tones of fun, and I also found out that Jay was single.
The period after lunch, Jay and I had history together. We walked into the classroom and sat down at the back, when the teacher walked in. Jay told me his name was Mr. Harris.
"Class, today I'm going to get you started on an assignment," Mr. Harris said, as the whole class groaned in unison.
That's all I heard before I completely zoned out.
The bell rang, abruptly bringing me out of my day dream. Everyone scurried around gathering up their books and exiting the classroom. I went to my locker and started shoving my books in.
"Hey, you know that history assignment?" I asked Jay, who was at his locker putting his books away as well.
"Yeah, what about it?" he asked.
"When's it due?"
"This Thursday,"
"Fuck! This Thursday?" I groaned.
"Yup, this Thursday. Hey, why don't we work on it together at my house after school tomorrow?" Jay said
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"I'm going now, I'll see you tomorrow," Jay said
I finished putting my books in my locker, and walked to the corner street of the school where Adie had arranged to pick me up.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, Adie pulled up. I jumped in and did up my seat belt.
"So, how was it?" Adie asked me.
"It was good," I said noncommittally.
"Good? Just good?" she pressed.
"I met a few cool people," I said, and then I suddenly remembered, "Oh, can I go to Jay's house tomorrow?"
"Who's Jay?"
"This guy I met, he's in my history class. We're working on an assignment together."
"Yeah, sure. Is he hot?" Adie teased.
"Uh huh," I grinned, looking out the window. California was really beautiful.
According to the timetable, I had English first, but that started in ten minutes.
I wandered down the corridor until I reached my locker. I looked at the code I had written down on a piece of paper, and tried to open the locker. It didn't work. I tried three more times, until I became aware that there was someone standing next to me, watching me. I turned to see a boy my age grinning. He had bright blue eyes, and medium length blonde hair. He was hot.
"Having trouble?" he asked me.
"Yeah, the damn locker won't open."
"Let me try," he said. He started turning the dial, and it opened.
"How'd you do that?" I asked, "I didn't even give you the code number."
"I already know the code number; this is my locker." He said laughing really hard.
I blushed deeply but uncontrollably laughed too. "That one's your locker" he said pointing to the locker next to his. I opened it up and put all my new books I had got from the office.
"Sorry, I should have introduced myself, I'm Jay."
"I'm Emily," I grinned at him.
"You're not American, are you?"
"No, I'm Australian."
"Really? When and why did you move?"
"I moved here about a week ago, and as for why; it's a long story." I had decided not tell anyone just yet about being related to Adrienne and Billie Joe.
"Cool. What have you got first?" he asked me.
"English. You?"
"Same, I'll probably be in your class."
The bell rang, and we walked to English together. Jay took a seat at the back, and signaled for me to sit next to him. He introduced me to some of his friends while we waited for the teacher to arrive.
"This is Todd, Clare, Jack, Lacey and Chad," he said, pointing in turn to the group sitting around us.
"Hi," I said, smiling at them.
"Hey, you're the Australian, right?" asked the girl called Lacey.
"Yep, that's me." I said grinning.
"Do you like it here?" asked Todd.
"Yeah, I love it. It's unreal."
"What kind of music do you like?" asked Claire.
"Rock and heavy metal."
"What bands?" asked Chad
"Behind Crimson Eyes, Funeral for a Friend, Green Day."
"You have good taste," said Chad.
I was about to reply when the teacher came in.
I found out that English was indeed very boring, and I spent most the class receiving and passing notes to my new found friends. When lunch came, they asked me to join them at their table. I really enjoyed their company, they were tones of fun, and I also found out that Jay was single.
The period after lunch, Jay and I had history together. We walked into the classroom and sat down at the back, when the teacher walked in. Jay told me his name was Mr. Harris.
"Class, today I'm going to get you started on an assignment," Mr. Harris said, as the whole class groaned in unison.
That's all I heard before I completely zoned out.
The bell rang, abruptly bringing me out of my day dream. Everyone scurried around gathering up their books and exiting the classroom. I went to my locker and started shoving my books in.
"Hey, you know that history assignment?" I asked Jay, who was at his locker putting his books away as well.
"Yeah, what about it?" he asked.
"When's it due?"
"This Thursday,"
"Fuck! This Thursday?" I groaned.
"Yup, this Thursday. Hey, why don't we work on it together at my house after school tomorrow?" Jay said
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"I'm going now, I'll see you tomorrow," Jay said
I finished putting my books in my locker, and walked to the corner street of the school where Adie had arranged to pick me up.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, Adie pulled up. I jumped in and did up my seat belt.
"So, how was it?" Adie asked me.
"It was good," I said noncommittally.
"Good? Just good?" she pressed.
"I met a few cool people," I said, and then I suddenly remembered, "Oh, can I go to Jay's house tomorrow?"
"Who's Jay?"
"This guy I met, he's in my history class. We're working on an assignment together."
"Yeah, sure. Is he hot?" Adie teased.
"Uh huh," I grinned, looking out the window. California was really beautiful.
