Chapter 4 // Wait Until Karma Gets You Back

Violet's POV

History is probably the most boring subject in school. Except when you're in a class with Meghan. Everything's interesting when she's around. She also likes to embarrass people.

You know how I said that Isaac - that one really annoying jock - is in all of my classes except for 6th period? Yeah, well for 1st period, which is right now - history, he sits right in front of me. He, being extremely tall, makes it hard to see he board. Plus, I sit in he back, and the tallest a people in the class sit in the column in front of me. Oh yeah, and Meghan sits to my right.

So here I am, trying to get a good look at the board. I'm shifting in my seat constantly in order to see the notes Mr. Welsh has written on the board.

  Imagine trying to drive around a moving Empire State building on its side. Yeah, that's what it's like trying to see past Isaac. Something hits me in the right side of my head. I look over to the ground where a crumpled up strip of paper is next to my desk. I bend over to pick it up and unfold it. It reads:

  Stop checking Isaac out and pay attention to the lesson -Meg

  I crumple it up, throw it back at a laughing Meghan, and slouch down in my seat. I've given up on trying to look at the notes.

~•~

  "Good afternoon, class," Mrs. Quentin says.

  We all mumble back in response.

  "I've decided that choosing your partners might effect your grades greatly, so I'm going to choose your partners myself."

  Everyone groans.

  "I've put all of your names in this plastic bag. I'll pull one out and then another. Those two will be partners. I will do rearranging afterwards if necessary."

  I hope I get Meghan.

  Mrs. Quentin lists off a few pair of partners.

  "McCormick, Meghan," she announces. Meg and I look hopefully at each other. "Devon, Xavier."

Her jaw drops. "You've got to be kidding me," she states. I burst out laughing. "Haha! Have fun!" I say and punch her shoulder playfully.

"Just wait until karma gets you back," she mutters.

"Doubt it," I say in a sing song voice and continue laughing at Meg. I know, I'm a great friend.

Mrs. Quentin names the rest of the names and I'm here chewing my nails like my life depends on it. My name isn't called in he rest of the people.

"So that leaves two more," Mrs. Quentin says. "Anderson, Violet." She pauses. "Gunn, Isaac."

Now it's my turn for my jaw to drop. Meghan is laughing her butt off in her seat. "You got to be kidding," I say, jaw still practically hovering the ground.

Please switch me, please switch me, please switch me. "Adam," she says. Glint of hope? "Switch with Benjamin." Aaaand it's gone. "Paula." Please? "Switch with Yolanda." Nope. Ugh...

"That's good," Mrs. Quentin says. "Now, go to move with your new partners."

I just slouch in my seat hoping Isaac doesn't find me. "You have me all to yourself, Princess," a voice says and Isaac sits in the seat in front of me.

"Don't call me that," I protest.

"Whatever you want, Princess," he replied smoothly.

"You can't be serious," I groan again and lean back in my chair.

  "Oh, I'm serious," Isaac comments.

  "Shut up."

"Ok, ok, seriously though, Veronica-"

"It's Violet," I interrupt."

"-whatever. Our oh so wonderful teacher has partnered us together for this project."

"How wonderful..." I mutter.

"I know, I am wonderful," he compliments himself.

"I wasn't talking about you," I snap.

"Ok, ok, geez calm down, Princess."

"Don't call me that!"

"Dang, somebody lit the fuse to your anger issue box," he backs off.

"Just, please, shut the heck up."

"Why?" He kicks his legs up in my desk.

"No, I don't want Isaac germs on my desk." I take my binder and push his feet off my precious work surface.

"And now it's on your binder." He grins as try my best to disinfect my binder.

"So, who's house?" he asks.

"For what?" I ask back.

"For the project," he replies, "but if you were thinking other things-"

"Yeah yeah, cut it right there," I interrupt. "Just, here." I rip a piece of paper from my binder and write down my address and phone number. I hand it to him. "To work on the project, and to contact me for questions. Got it?" I ask as he reads over the slip.

"Sure. So, your house for the project then?"

"For today," I say.

"Cool," he says.

"No, there's nothing cool about my house."

"Who says I was talking about your house?"

"Because that was the topic?" The bell rings.

"You know what? There's too much chit chat." He picks up his backpack, stands up, and slings it over his shoulder. "Your house, 3:30 pm, ok?"

"Fine then, be that way," I mutter as I stand up and grab my backpack as I walk to 6th period.

Hey guys! Yes, it's finally happening! See ya all in the next chapter!

Till then,
~Orchid