The New Arrival

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

"Mens shirts look better on you than women's ones." Did Luke just compliment me? And my dads green checked shirt? What had just happened?

"Thanks." I said looking at the road ahead.

That was it. Those two sentences were  the only breakthrough to the awful silence in the car. And they weren't exactly long. Once we were at school I thanked him for the ride and we went our separate ways.

"How are you feeling?" Hannah asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

I shrugged. "The same."

"How was the ride?"

"Silent."

"Nothing?"

"Well he complimented me on my shirt."  I told her, shutting my locker.

A grin formed on Ellie face. "Its a nice shirt."

I looked down at the oversized green checked shirt I wore that used to belong to my dad in his younger years, over my black ripped skinny jeans and chunky heeled chelsea boots. "Thanks."

"But that's not the point, what did you say?" She asked.

"I thanked him."

"How?" 

I stopped in my tracks and stared blatantly at my best Ellie. "I gave him a blow job."

She glared at me while Hannah laughed. "Chloe you know what I mean!"

I laughed, starting to walk again. "I said thanks."

"In a 'thank you so much. Not too bad yourself' way? Or maybe a blunt 'thanks' way?" She questioned. 

"Second one."

"What?! Why?" She cried.

"Because I didn't care El. Because I don't want to talk to him. In fact, I don't want to have anything to do with him."

Ellie opened her mouth to argue but the loud ringing of the school bell silenced her. I shrugged. "Well wish me luck in my first history class." 

Ellie sighed as I started walking away. "Im not going to let this go Chloe!"

"I know." I shouted back,  entering my classroom. I scanned the half empty room looking for a vacant seat that I would be happy with for the rest of the year but realised an order. Boy-girl. I looked at the teacher who was in fact holding a sheet, with a sketch of the seating plan. 

Mrs Collins smiled at me as I approached her desk. "Ah, Miss Benson. Im glad you're taking History again this year." I smiled politely. "You can sit in the right hand corner of the classroom. Your partner will be assigned when he arrives."

I nodded walking to my seat. For the next 5 minutes or so I watched the classroom slowly fill up and yet my partner still hadn't arrived.

My attention was brought back when my teacher clapped her hands. "Well I can see we're missing someone." She looked at the vacant seat next to me. "Maybe he's off. Or will join us during the lesson."  I nod once again.  

She rubbs her hands together before starting the lesson. I try my hardest to keep my eyes open. Not because I found the subject boring,  but because I had no sleep last night. I tried and tried but my body refused to shut down for at least a few hours which resulted in me having to wear eye makeup, which I hated, and a pissy mood.

Suddenly the classroom door opened and in came a tall dark haired boy, slightly out of breath, giving the impression he was running.

Mrs Collins smiled politely. "You must be Mr Grayson."