Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

I left the library and took out my map. My first class was down the hall, so I didn't really have to look for it. Suddenly someone covered my eyes from behind. I put my hand over them and felt that they belonged to a guy.

"Chris?"

"How'd you know?" he asked and came up beside me smiling.

I hugged him.

"How are you? You went to Germany this past week, right?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I had to visit uncle, he just had a baby. Want to see pictures?" He asked excitedly.

"Sure," I said not wanting to take away from his happiness.

"What do you have first?" He asked me while he took out his phone. 

"I have calc."

"Oh! Me too," he said, grinning. "Let's walk together," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You were going the wrong way, by the way."

"No, I wasn't. I was following the map," I said showing him my school map. 

"It's upside-down; they had a misprint." He said, taking the paper out of my hand and flipping it.

I looked at it, dumbfounded, "Thanks for the heads up."

"Of course." He took out his phone to show me the baby pictures as we went down the hallway. Calculus was fun. I thought it would just be a quick intro and the syllabus, but our professor got right into the first chapter. I had already taken it the previous year, so I already knew a lot about it.

I answered all of the professor's questions and was even able to work out the extra credit problem he had written on the board.

When it was over, Chris asked me where my next class was. I showed him my schedule and the map. His next class was the opposite way, so he pointed me in the right direction, and we went our separate ways. The school was a lot bigger than it looked. It was made of many stone archways, long hallways, and old staircases. At one point, I lost my way. When I finally figured out the correct hallway and found my next class, I was a minute late.

I walked into the large classroom; it had rows of long science lab tables, the ones with the black rubber tops that sit around three students. I would draw messages on them with my fingers in middle school.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed the professor at the front. He was an older man with a tidy mustache. He took out an old pocket watch and made a show of checking the time.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're late." He admonished.

"I'm sorry, I'm new, and the map is a misprint," I said, holding up my folded map.

He glanced at me again, "Map or not. You're still late. Take the empty seat next to Mr. Bennett. Mr. Bennett, will you please raise your hand."

I looked up to see Robbie raising his hand, a curious gleam in his eye. Next to him sat Abigail. She was looking down at her cuticles; her blonde hair was in perfect waves.

I walked over and took the empty seat next to Robbie. His eyes followed me the entire way. He had a mirthful expression in his green eyes that both annoyed me and made my stomach do a few flips.

I heard Abigail scoff under her breath as I went to sit and noticed her scootch her seat a little closer to Robbie.

I took out my notebook and pencil case and dutifully organized my space, trying to ignore the spicy smell of his cologne and his proximity.

The teacher came to the front of the class and wrote on the board "AP Chemistry". Wait. What?

I raised my hand.

"Yes...Ms..?

"Gomez. I'm sorry, is this Room 138, Mr. Leventon?"

"Yes."

"Sorry, it's just my schedule, says physics."

"Yes, there was a change. I will be teaching AP chemistry this period and physics next period.

They sent out an email to your parents to ask if you would stay in AP chemistry or if you wanted to apply for another elective."

Crap. my mom never checks her email.

I felt my eyes widen. I passed general chemistry 9th grade with an A at the price of tears, sleepless nights, and a few panic attacks. Chemistry is this mix of math, which I was brilliant in, and letters, which I was terrible with. I was taking AP English, AP History, and AP art history this year and felt that it would take all of my energy. This was a potential threat to my perfect 4.0 GPA.

"Is everything okay, Ms. Gomez?"

I looked around the class. Everyone was staring at me. No. no. no.

"May I use the bathroom?"

Mr. Leventon rolled his eyes and pointed at the pass.

I got up discreetly, tucking the school map into my jacket's pocket. I made a mad dash to the office, looking at my map and flipping it every so often as I tried to figure out the maze of hallways.

Finally, I made it.

"Good morning," I said, walking in.

The registrar looked up from her desk. "Good morning. Is everything alright, dear?"

"I was placed in the wrong class," I said.

"Name?"

"Gomez, Cecilia."

"Which class?"

"Physics. Apparently, there was a schedule change, but I was never made aware of it."

"I see. Well, I believe it is too late for schedule changes. Had you not gotten the email about the change?"

"It was sent to my mother's email, but she's been traveling all summer and did not check her emails."

"That is really unfortunate, but we let all parents know that they must keep track of their emails."

"I understand, but she didn't. Is there anything that can be done?"She looked at me, and her eyes softened. I think I must have looked like I was about to have a full-on panic attack because she sighed and started typing on her computer.

"Let me see what I can do."

"Thank you."

"Hmm, I am looking at your transcripts. The only thing we have open for your grade is AP human Geography, but you already have that credit. I am sorry, dear; I believe you have to stay with chemistry."

Fuck.

"Okay. Well, thank you for trying."

"Mr. Leventon is an excellent teacher." She said, trying to make me feel better.

"Thanks," I said again and made my way back to class.

'Okay.' I said to myself on the way back. 'New game plan. Not what was expected or planned, but that's okay Cecilia; we can do this.' I said, giving myself a pep talk. I felt the tickle in my chest that sometimes meant a panic attack was imminent, and I took a deep breath and tried to hold it together.

I straightened my back as I walked.

Mr. Leventon was already lecturing when I got back to the class, so I quietly put the pass back and made my way to my desk.

He was working out conversions on the board. 'Doable.' I said to myself. 'Baby steps. You got this.' I took another deep breath and opened up my notebook.

I could feel Robbie's eyes studying me. He probably thought I was a complete weirdo. I looked over at his notebook. His handwriting was incredibly neat and small. Of course, he would have perfect handwriting.

He flipped his notebook, and I noticed he showed me the equation I had missed while I was gone on my failed mission.

"Thanks," I whispered shyly. For some reason, the potential panic attack I felt bubbling in my throat was more mortifying with him next to me.

I copied down the problem from his notebook, trying to ignore the fact that his arms tended to touch mine when writing because I was left-handed.

When class ended, I pulled out my schedule again. Everyone grabbed their bags and left. I stayed behind, wanting to apologize for being late. To bide time, I made sure to cross out physics and write in AP chemistry.

Robbie came back into the room.

"I forgot my duffle bag." He said, reaching under the chair. I went to fold up my schedule, and he put his large hand over mine to stop me. His other arm came around me and plucked the schedule out of my hand. 

"So, you have English next, then Italian. We have AP History together."

I sighed. Great.

"Don't you have to get to class?" I asked snatching my schedule away; his proximity always made me dizzy, and I needed my wits if I was going to survive the rest of this day.

"I'm fine there tends to be plenty of time when you don't have to rely on a backward map." He smirked and winked and then turned around and left.

When Robbie was out of the room, I walked up to Mr. Leventon.

"Hi, I just wanted to apologize for being late. It won't happen again."

He looked up at me as he erased his board.

"I hope not. This school is very strict about punctuality. Are you staying in my class for the rest of the year?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I know you went to get a schedule change. I have been teaching for 30 years, more than enough time to know exactly how long it takes to go to the bathroom and come back."

"Oh. Yes. I'm staying." I muttered, turning red.

"Alright. Well. I will see you next class, Ms. Gomez. Don't forget your homework packet on the way out."

I nodded and grabbed a packet on the way out from the table next to the door. What a horrible start to my day. I groaned as I opened my map and tried to figure out where my next class was.

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