Pete sits with them at lunch...
I invited Patrick to sit with us at lunch the next day.
"Ewww, what's that?" Kara said, pointing at Patrick.
"His name is Patrick, and he's my lab partner."
"Speaking of lab partners, guess who's mine?" Olivia said.
"Don't tell me it's Pete..."
"Yep." She smiled.
"He's sitting with us tomorrow right?" Kara said.
There was silence. Kara stared her down.
"Yes?" Olivia said, timidly.
"OHMYGOD!!!!" They all squealed. At least I know Patrick won't swoon over him...
-The Next Day, Lunch-
Today is offically the day I will die. Pete was going to sit next to Kara, which ment across from me.
"Hey." Pete said, as he flipped black hair out of his eyes and sat down.
Everyone said hi exept me, and apparently he noticed...
"Well hello there." He said, looking at me.
"Hi..." I mumbled, and waved half-heartedly.
"What's you're name?"
"Uh, her name's Katie." Kara said, giving me a look before continuing.
"So, what do you use in you're hair, it's ah-mazing..."
Patrick and I stared at them with the same confused expression on our faces.
We were learning Algebra, again. I don't get how we have to learn the same stuff over and over again. I'd come to a conclusion: I hate math. Not only because it's annoyingly easy, but because Pete sat behind me.
"Hey, I don't get it, can you help me?" He whispered.
What the hell? He's never, I mean never needed my help before. What makes this any different?
"Umm, you've never needed my help before, what's so different about now?"
"Fine, I'll ask someone else."
"Wait, I'll help you."
Why did I say yes? I don't want to do this...or do I?
I don't know how, but I ended up walking out of math with a toutoring job.