Chapter two: Stuff happens
I woke up to the sound of Daphne screaming. "Melanie! Melanie! Get up! We have to go to school!"
"What?" I groaned. "Wait a minute." I sat up. "What time is it?" I looked towards my alarm clock, and saw that it was 6:30. "Daphne! You let me sleep in this late! I am never letting you sleep over again!"
"It's not my fault!" Daphne whined, "I forgot it was a school day."
I sighed and slowly got out of bed. "Well get ready. I'm not letting you borrow any clothes!"
We both rushed to get ready, and I ran downstairs to find that we were still out of muffins. I had forgotten to buy muffins yesterday. I put my head in my hands and sighed. Slowly, I walked over to the toaster and grabbed a piece of bread. Just as my toast popped up, Daphne strutted into the kitchen, with her shirt on backwards.
"Your shirt is on backwards." I reminded her. Daphne gasped and quickly corrected the issue. Luckily, her hair was in a sock bun, so she didn't mess up her hair while she put her shirt on the right way.
"By the way, I'm driving!" Daphne exclaimed, while grabbing an orange off the counter. "I don't want to have to come back to get my car. Besides, there isn't any football practice today, so I have to work on my project with Ronald McDonald. Have you and Andrew started on your project yet?"
"Actually, we were planning on starting today. Do you think you could drop me off at his house? He's giving me his address today." I rambled on about our ideas for what to do for the project. I had only skimmed over the packet, but Andrew and I would read more into it after school today.
"Hm... sure, I can do that." Daphne winked, "I'm assuming I won't have to pick you up?"
"Daphne!" I hit her on the arm. "But no, you don't have to drive me. Andrew will drive me home or I'll get a cab. Either way, I am not spending the night, if that was what you were thinking. I've only known him for less than twenty-four hours!"
"Time is just a number!" Daphne sang, spinning around with her hand to her chest. "Love knows no bounds!"
"I think the actual phrase is 'Age is just a number.'" I laughed.
"Psh, whatever!" Daphne giggled, "Now get in the car!" She tried to smack me, but I moved away, and flew towards the front door. I flung the front door open and ran towards her car, sitting down in the passenger seat. Daphne, who was not far behind me, sat in the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway. We got to school at 7:45 and immediately parted ways at the front door. When I got to my homeroom, I noticed Andrew standing in front of the door to the classroom.
"Hey, Andrea." I tapped Andrew on the shoulder. "Wrong homeroom, dude."
He turned around to face me. "No, this is my homeroom." Andrew proclaimed. "I have homeroom with Mrs. Connel, the Language Arts teacher."
"Wait, why didn't I see you in homeroom yesterday, then?" I countered.
"Well, I sat on the complete other side of the room. But I noticed you." Andrew smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. I hit him on the shoulder in response.
"There you go, flirting again." I chirped. "Silly, silly Andrea."
Andrew made a noise that was something between a laugh and a sigh. We walked into homeroom together, and then parted ways to go to our separate seats. I listened to the morning announcements, and then went to my first class, History. My history teacher was named Mr. Putin, but claimed he was in no way related to the president of Russia. A lot of my classmates don't believe him, though.Luckily, I had this class with Daphne. We sat next to each other, in the back of the room. I tried not to talk, but it happened sometimes.
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"Hey, Melanie. Did you tell Andrew about, you know, your mom?" Daphne whispered.
"Are you crazy? I barely know him!" I denied, "Of course not!"
"'Kay, I was just asking. He's in my Language Arts class, and I saw him with a notebook brainstorming nicknames. I assumed they were for you, because it said 'Melanie Nickname Ideas'. Bambi was one of them, so I wondered if you had already told him about your mom."
"What do you mean- oh, I get it."
"Ms. Casey and Ms. Von Drasek, please quiet down." Mr. Putin chided from the front of the classroom. Daphne and I immediately shut our mouths.
~ O ~
I had finally made it to math class, after suffering science and free period by myself. I sank down into my chair. Andrew wasn't here yet, so I couldn't talk to him about the whole Bambi thing. A couple minutes later, Andrew did sit down, but Mr. Omaroso walked in almost immediately after. Still, I needed to know where the nickname Bambi came from.
"Hey, Andrea. Did you think of a nickname yet?" I whispered.
"Yeah. I made a list, but 'Bambi' was the only one I really liked."
"Oh, cool. Where did the name Bambi come from, anyways?" I inquired.
"I'll tell you at my house. By the way, here's my address." Andrew slid a piece of paper over to me. "My phone number is there too, just in case."
"Okay. So we're still on for after school, right?"
"Yeah. Do you need a ride over to my place?" Andrew whispered.
"No," I said quietly, turning back to my work, "Daphne's giving me a ride home."
"Okay." Andrew returned to his work as well. "Sit by me at lunch this time?"
"Sorry, I can't." I murmured, "This girl named Emmy asked me to tutor her in Science during lunch today."
"Oh, okay." Andrew didn't say anything else, so I just worked on my math assignment until the end of class.
Lunch tutoring Emmy wasn't so bad. She actually understood pretty much everything, so we just talked after going over the things she was a little fuzzy on.
"No offense towards you, but I honestly didn't want to do this whole tutoring thing." Emmy confided, "My parents made me do it. They get so disappointed when I don't understand something."
"Why?" I questioned, "Everyone has that subject they don't understand."
"Well my older brother Taylor has an IQ of 168, so I guess they want me to be just as smart as him. It's a lot of pressure." Emmy complained.
"I know exactly how you feel." I nodded, "But, even a high IQ has its drawbacks."
Emmy sighed, "True. My brother can barely talk to me like a normal person, let alone a classmate." Emmy paused, "I would pay to see Taylor around his crush!" She chortled.
Soon, we were laughing and imitating how we thought Taylor would act. I really enjoyed hanging out with her. At the end of the 'study session', I gave her my number and told her to call me if she needed more help. She thanked me for the help and walked off to her next class. I did the same, and thought about how much I had changed in only a couple days. Before, I would have immediately turned down tutoring Emmy, and she would have probably had to get tutored by her socially awkward older brother.
I arrived at my next class, Literature with Mrs. Baer. She was probably going to assign our first novel today. I hoped it would be something decent, and not like the book 'Frindle' they had forced us to read in sophomore year. It was actually not a bad book, but still, it was a little young for a bunch of fifteen and sixteen year olds. A seventeen year old too, if you count Daphne. Nevertheless, I stepped into the classroom and walked over to my desk.
~ O ~
"Hey, Daphne! Can we go yet?" I complained. Daphne was taking forever at her locker.
"Just a minute! I need to find my math project packet thing!"
"Well, I need to go! Andrew is probably waiting!" I retorted.
"Aww," Daphne taunted, "you would just hate to make him wait, wouldn't you?"
"Shut up." I chirped, "Or else I'll tell Ronald McDonald you have a huge crush on him."
"You wouldn't dare" Daphne hissed, and then pulled a paper from her locker and cheered. "Hey! That's my packet! Okay, we can go now."
"Finally!" I rolled my eyes and started to walk towards the school entrance. "You coming? Or do I need to pay a visit to-"
"Coming! I'm coming, I swear!" Daphne hollered.
