on
him/her,” Mr. Moore replied and the whole room was filled with
pleased chatters among their friends, already forecasting on how to
write the report. I was so blissful that he assigned us that
assignment because my biology partner was Maddie and I knew
everything about her. I didn’t even know why he assigned this to
us; it has nothing to do with biology.
“ SILENCE! Oh, okay. On top of
that, I’ll be the one assigning each of you students a partner,
making the reports very interesting,” Mr. Moore finished off. The
smile from my face fell as the whole room filled with a
simultaneous chorus of complaints.
“ Alright, alright, settle down.
Here are the pairings: Mr. Matterazzi and Ms. Meschter.”
As he announced Maddie’s partner,
Maddie ascended from her seat and went off to sit next to Mark, a
student from the football team who was really tall and had a head
full of chocolate brown hair and a confident smirk on his face
24/7. Maddie waved a quick goodbye before leaving. As she left, I
thought I heard her muttering something about senseless, big-headed
guys and inadequate assignment.
“ Mr. Saunders and Mrs. Ross,” Mr.
Moore continued.
With that newsflash, I was
immobilized in my seat, incapable of moving a single muscle. I
turned around faintly to see a towering, about six feet four, blond
guy heading towards my seat. He plopped down on the seat next to me
without even looking in my direction. Once he took his seat, I
noted that he had elegant blond hair that had some natural brownish
highlights. His hair, which fell to the bottom of his nape, was
straight from the top and wavy around the bottom. His overall
appearance from my side seemed pretty . . . ordinary.
“ Alright class! Your task is very
simple. All you have to do is, you know, intersperse with your
partners and get to know as much as you can about them. Then, you
will have to write an essay based on them that is due Friday.
Remember, at least five pages,” Mr. Moore finished with enough
emphasis on mingle to create a chorus of groans from the classroom,
again.
I didn’t even have the slightest
idea of how I’m supposed to gather information about him. I didn’t
even know his name, for starters. Here I am freaking out about my
grade as my partner wrote down a whole book about me, which was
very surprising and a bit disturbing.
Wow! I don’t know a thing about
him but he knows so much about me. How is that even possible? Is he
a stalker or something? I thought to myself. Just then, my partner
responded. He actually spoke to me for the first time.
“ It’s because I truly pay
assiduity to my surroundings and I’ve found out a lot about you in
the past three years. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, actually, I
do know that. You haven’t even noticed me in the past three years,
sitting all the way in the back of the classroom, in the same
classes as you, have you?,” he snorted in a very arrogant voice
while I just gaped at him like his blond hair had been supplanted
by millions of miniature, petite heads. How had he been able to
mirror my thoughts? Abnormal much? On top of that, he used big
words that were supposed to be umm . . . impressive?
“ How long have you been in the
same class as me?” I asked quietly.
“ That’s not important right now,”
he said, shaking his head full of blond hair. I suddenly had this
strong urge to reach out and run a hand through his hair, but I
held myself back. Where did that come from? I silently scolded
myself as he glanced over and smirked at me. He looked as if he’d
just read my mind or something. My cheeks suddenly felt very warm
and I looked down at my notebook, trying to get my temperature back
to normal.
Across the room, Maddie gave me a
thumbs up and mouthed, good luck, before beginning her assignment.
I unquestionably would need a lot of luck if I wanted to
successfully pass this class.
Twenty five whole minutes passed
and all I’ve managed to inscribe was:
* He is big.
* He has