East Chapel Academy

Chapter 21- Nia

"Wasn't that test easy?" Marcus asked as we left Chemistry. We had just taken the longest test that I've ever taken in my life. A hundred questions—ridiculous.

    "Very long," I clutched my textbook to my chest. "But I guess it was easy."

    Like Marcus had said Mr. Cooper had thrown in a lot of random questions. One of my favorites was "What's your favorite class?" But instead of putting four different answers he put chemistry for A, B, C, and D.

    "See I told you, you had nothing to worry about," Marcus said. We stopped in front of the office.

    Leaning against the wall I said, "I know but I'm still scared that I'll fail."

    "Why?"

    "I don't know." I shook my head. I was sure I got most of the questions right. I studied all night, and I had even enlisted my grandmothers help. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

    Marcus agreed. "I think you are. I have a better chance at failing than you do."

    I laughed. "Yeah, right."

    He shrugged. "Apparently, you're E.J's girlfriend now?"

    "Oh, I am?" I'm not surprised by this, he thinks I'm his friend and I'm a girl, so automatically I'm his girlfriend. "When did that happen?"

    "Shortly after you left on Saturday, and after he tried to beat me up."

    "He tried to beat you up?" I asked shocked. "Are you kidding?"

    "Yes! Obviously, he attacked me," he exaggerated. "And my mom and Rosa did nothing about it. They recorded it."

    "Could you send it to me?"

    "It's humiliating."

    "Please, I want to see it," I pleaded. "You have to or I'll just get E.J to beat you up again."

    "And how are you going to do that?" He smiled.

    "I'm his girlfriend, remember?"

    He rolled his eyes, with a sigh. "I'll think about sending it to you."

    I grinned. "Thank you."

    He ran a hand through his hair. "I was wondering if you wanted to--." Marcus was unable to finish what he was saying, because Marge, or Dean Nelson, came out of the office.

    "Nia, I thought that was you," she said coming up to us. She wore one of her many power suits, this one was red. "Do you have a moment?"

    I looked back at Marcus. "It's fine I'll just tell you later. I should be getting to class anyway," he said.

    "Oh, okay." I turned back to Marge. "Yeah, I have some time." I would rather be spending it talking to Marcus, but how can I say no to the Dean of the most prestigious school in the state.

    "It will just take a second," she promised. I left Marcus outside, and followed Marge into the office. We filed past the receptionist who was still wearing that god awful floral print. She didn't even acknowledge us when we walked in she was too focused on her keyboard.

    I took a seat in front of Marge's desk. Sitting behind her desk, Marge said, "I just wanted to see how your first week at East Chapel has been. Is everyone treating you well?"

    "Everything's been great," I told her. "Every one has been very nice to me." Hesitant. But nice.

    "I saw that you and Mr. Garrett have become friends. He's one of our best students." One of your best looking students too.