You go to Class

You manage to find your way to your own class and you know Mr. Roberts is much stricter than his colleagues. You were going to get detention. "Fucking awesome." You say to yourself as you get to the door of the class. You let out a deep breath and sigh as you walk into the class. Mr. Roberts looks at you as you walk in. You waited for the snarky remark like before 'welcome to class sleepy head' or one other time 'we are so graciously awaited your arrival and thank you for your presence.' He does this to everyone. He was an equal opportunity 'snarkifier' if that was even a word.

As you walked into class you noticed that there was no snarky remark, no negative commentary. Instead you look directly into his eyes and he continues to go on with class as usual. What was going on?

You begin to rack your brain through events of this morning. Weird, but not too far-fetched. You begin to write down on a piece of paper:

* She doesn't react to when I touch her butt.
* She doesn't react to when I fell on her.
* She doesn't react too much when I follow her to class.
* Mr. Roberts doesn't say anything snarky when I am late to class.

You start doodling in class and ignore the entire lecture as you do so. By the time you were done doodling you had finished a drawing of a crappy picture of you and your crush in that situation again, but it was going to be different. Your crush is saying: "I didn't realize how sexy you are."
Then you replying. "Its all for you."
You are so deep in thought and into your little picture and the bell rings as normal.
You get up grabbing your back pack and you bump into him.

He is much taller than you. He is a football jock/stoner. 6'6'' nearly 235 lbs of muscles: Chet Hill. He has more than one occasion given you crap. He is the epitome of an 'alpha' male, but he isn't your dumb jock. He is in all the advanced classes, but he doesn't take it seriously and smokes weed often but you have seen his test scores he is a A and B student. You don't know how a stoner like him could do some shit like that. The thing about Chet though is that he isn't a bad guy, he just holds grudges.

One time. One time! You spilled food on his favorite brand-name jeans and he hasn't forgiven you for it since. That was three years ago! So every encounter is the same. This time it was different. You look into his eyes and lock eyes for a brief moment. Not a single word was said. He just went on his way.

Maybe he had finally forgiven you for it? Maybe a bad day? Maybe he stopped caring? You could not chock it up to coincidence. You were being ignored. This felt awful, but you wondered what else you could do as the next class is P.E. because your fat-ass in your freshman year wasn't as in shape as you are now so you had to make it up.

You begin to wonder how ignored you are going to be, surely, all these multiple instances couldn't be all a coincidence now could it?