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I slowly put my phone back in my bag, trying not to freak out. Which, mind you, I was doing a terrible job of.
Why, of all the places, would Max come to La Push? Why not Seattle, or Chicago? I hear Miami is really nice this time of year. Why couldn't he have picked one of the thousands of other cities in America? Or, better yet, a different country, on a different continent!
Everyone was still chattering noisily when Max noticed who I was. He dropped a few papers, and his jaw, when he saw me sitting there, in the back of his class. I made a hand gesture in front of my throat, telling him to quit staring and not to say anything. Oh, why did Zevran have to be in a different class? He was the only one who could help me here!
Max immediatly regained his posture, clapping his hands to get the class's attention. "Excuse me, but class should have started about ten minutes ago." Everyone quieted down and waited for him to go on.
"My name is Mr. Chomins. I will be your new History teacher for the year. This is my first year at La Push schools, and I'm honored to be teaching all of you. Since I don't nessiscerialy know all of you, I'd like you to introduce yourselves going from this row down."
Blah, blah, blah...
Blah, blah, blah...
"Okay, good." Max said, passing out sheets of paper. "This is what the rules are in my classroom, and what you will need..." his voice faltered when his hand and my hand brushed up. I quickly took my paper and put my head down, blushing. Hopefully no one noticed.
"And, um, if you have any questions or can't get one of the items on the list, just let me know. I have a limited amout of extra's that you can borrow, as long as you return it at the end of the year." Max continued passing out the papers, until he was back at the front of the room.
"Does anyone have any questions?" He asked.
YES! Why can't you leave? Can I transfer out of your class? Can you go somewhere else? WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE?
"Um, what if we don't want History class, and we wanted a different class this hour instead?" Amy asked, which surprised me, because she was normally really shy.
"You mean you want to transfer?" Max asked, nodding his head.
"Yeah. I don't mean to be rude, but I really wanted Music Appreciation." Of course, she's a band geek.
"Then you would have to go down to the office and get a tranfer slip and have you and I sign it, and if the board approves it, you can switch."
The bell rang, and everyone got up to go to fourth hour, which I was really looking forward to. The next class was Science. You normally wouldn't think a daughter of Apollo would be good at Science. We're good at music (which I took as band), art (which I was also looking forward to), and English (because of the poetry) and sometimes health (for the healers in our cabin). But the art teacher was also the Science teacher, Mrs. Meyers, and she was actually a granddaughter of Apollo, which was pretty cool.
"Um, Jacey," Max said as I tried to shuffle out of the classroom with everyone else. "We need to talk."
"Not now," I whispered under my breath. "I have class."
"Jacey!" Max hissed, but I already walked out, heading to Science.
Something you should know about Mrs. Meyers; she is the best teacher in the world. She makes things fun, she holds her ground, and she is really funny, which made her class super enjoyable. After her class I walked up to her class.
"Well, Jacey, it's been a while. You better be here for a Science Olympiad form," She said, handing me one that already had my name on it.
I laughed. "Well, yeah, but I also wanted to show you some of my sketches from the summer," I said, being the natural artist from Apollo's cabin.
After about ten minutes, I went off to lunch. Everyone was already in the cafeteria, so the hallways were deserted. I felt somewhat lonely, doing my locker combo and putting all my books inside, until someome tapped my shoulder. I turned around, hoping to see Cassie, or Zev.
It was Seth.
I sighed and faced my locker. "Wow, this is getting kind of creepy. The whole, stalk-your-ex-best-friend thing doesn't really fit me."
"Jacey, we need to talk." Wow, two people have said that to me today. It just isn't a great day today, huh?
"About what, Seth? Your werewolf issues? Your childish immature feelings that could get hurt at any moment because of your frat-boy, low-life, miscreant attitude?"
"Frat-boy low-life miscreant attitude?" Seth said incredeusly. "Do you plan these little speeches, or do they just come to you on the spot?"
"Wow, you have no idea how condecending you sound right now, do you?"
"Well, I just thought you should know I'm telling the cops."
"Oh yeah? About what? That I'm some skanky blond who has her own corner up in Seattle? 'Cause I'd rather not mention that side of my life to the po-po, it's pretty private."
"No, I was thinking more about the fact that you're having an affair with our History teacher, Mr. Chomins?"
I froze. Damn! Either Max told, or Zevran, I didn't care which it was, I was about to kill either. "Who told you that?"
"A little bird."
I turned around to glare at Seth. "Well don't."
"Because, it's just not true. And you don't rat out a friend, Seth. Ever."
"Funny, I thought you just mention we weren't best friends just minutes ago?"
"Ok, seriously, what's with the asshole attitude? Is it your time of the month, or should I be concerned?"
I thought Seth was going to get mad, but he didn't. He just sighed and leaned against the lockers, shoving his hands in his pockets. " A lot of things happened when you were away this year, Jace."
"Then tell me. I'm sorry I was a jerk the last time I saw you, but I kinda miss hanging out with you when I need to be calmed down. You're really good at that."
"Things are just...difficult."
"Then tell me."