semester we had to fill them up however we wanted. It didn’t matter what was in them as long as they were full, which wouldn’t be a problem for me. I knew it would be easy for Hannah as well; she was an excellent artist.
Talking with her during class was a nice break from thinking about Drew, Chelsea, and Jeremy, but it was soon time for my final class of the day—trigonometry. I never found math interesting, but at least I shared it with Chelsea, which would reduce my boredom.
The classroom contained five small clusters of desks seating four students each. Chelsea sat in the back with her books on the desk next to her, and she moved them over when I walked into the room. I sat down and pulled my notebook out of my bag, glad that the day was almost over.
“You’ll never guess what happened in chemistry,” Chelsea said, tapping her pencil on her desk in excitement. Her eyes were wide and she leaned forward, looking like she was about to burst if she didn't tell me soon.
“What happened?” I tried to look enthusiastic, despite how tired as I felt. “I hope you didn’t make something explode on the first day.”
She rested her hands on her desk and took a deep breath in preparation to share the news. “I arranged it so I’m lab partners with Drew!” she squealed, a huge smile forming on her face. “Now we’ll be working together every day for the rest of the semester.”
Disappointment flooded my body, and I sat back in my chair, somehow managing to force a smile so she wouldn’t get suspicious. “How’d you manage to do that?” I asked.
“Easy,” she said with a smirk. “I sat next to him. When Mrs. Sullivan had us pick lab partners, I asked him to be mine. It’s not like he knew anyone else, but all the other girls were totally jealous.”
“That’s great,” I said, trying to muster up some excitement. “Mr. Roberts assigned us partners in my genetics class.”
Mr. Barton, one of the math teachers at the school, walked into the room to begin class before Chelsea could continue. I tried to focus on trigonometry for the entire fifty-five minutes, but it was impossible to shake the image of Chelsea and Drew working together in chemistry.
At least she would be stuck wearing those huge goggles that left strange marks on people’s skin afterwards.
The bell signaled the end of the longest first day of school ever, and I wanted nothing more than to go home and collapse on my bed from exhaustion. But since Jeremy drove me to school and he had soccer practice, I had some time to kill. The two-hour practice was at the same time for the varsity and JV teams, and I never minded going to the library to do my homework for the evening or read a book while I waited for him.
I walked past the lines of computers and aisles of books until reaching the back room. It was my favorite place to do homework. There were a few beanbags scattered around the space, and a large glass window overlooked the lake behind the school. Most students gravitated towards the desks in the center of the library, and the peace and quiet in the back was nice compared to all the commotion of the day.
I rummaged through my bag and searched for my planner, glancing at the short list of assignments and debating which to do first. I ultimately decided to read the first four chapters of Pride and Prejudice . I’d always wanted to read it, and it was one of the books my English class was reading for the semester.
I opened the small paperback and turned to chapter one. The first line caught my attention: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
My thoughts wandered to Drew. From what Chelsea had said earlier, he certainly was “in possession of good fortune,” and it probably wouldn’t be long until he had a girlfriend. Unfortunately, with the way things were going it seemed likely to be Chelsea.
I finished the first four chapters in under an