School Surprise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
When the most popular guy in school starts talking to Kat, she doesn't know what to think or feel.

Submitted: August 21, 2010

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I sat at my usual table in the school library, my head buried deep in a book. The only noise was the  murmur of a few students sitting a couple of tables away from me. Lost in my book, I was scared half to death when a voice asked, "Are you Kat?"
 I glanced up to see Zane, the hottest and most popular guy in school. Zane, with the jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and handsome features."Um, yeah. That's me," I stammered, wondering what he could want with me. "What... what can I help you with?"
 "Algebra. I hear you're pretty good at it. Would you mind helping me?"
"Of course." I said, trying not to sound too pleased. "What are you having trouble with?"
"Quadratics. Factoring, if you want more specific." He pulled out his homework, staring at it with distaste.
"Is that it? Don't worry. I'll have you understanding it in no time." I gave him a comforting smile. "Show me the first question."
The rest of the lunch period went by fairly fast. To my surprise, Zane picked up on factoring really fast. I only had to show him how to work one or two problems before he was doing it on his own.
"Why do I feel like you were lying when you said you didn't get factoring?" I asked a few minutes before the bell rang.
Zane flashed me a smile. "Maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you. I'd tell you but it's time to get to class."
 The rest of the day went by in a blur as my mind wandered over what Zane had said. Why would he want to talk to me? At school, I was a nobody, a geek, a nerd. He was popular, cool, and a heartthrob. Every girl wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him. We belonged to two different worlds.
I was glad when the bell rang to go home. Slipping my backpack on my shoulders, I rushed out of the doors, across the courtyard and padded down the sidewalk towards home.
"Kat!" Someone called from behind.
I stopped dead, knowing that voice. I turned slowly to face him. " Zane. What... what are you doing?" I gasped, looking around. People were already starting to stare. A few were having murmured conversations, eyes glued on us.  We talked in the library because he wanted me to tutor him, but out here there was no such excuse.
He shrugged like it was no big deal."I thought I would walk home with you."
"Well, I can't stop you."
 He smiled and began walking. "Are you coming?" He called.
I padded to his side, glad of the company.
"I hope you know what you're doing." I said after a few minutes of compatible silence.
"What do you mean?" Zane asked.
"You do realize this is going to be over the whole school tomorrow, right?"
"Yep."
"Then why are you doing it?"
"Who cares what people think. You're nice and pleasant to talk to. I like that."
I blushed. "Well, I'm just worried about your popularity."
He stopped and stared at me like he couldn't believe what I had just said. "Popularity means nothing. It's who you're inside. That's what counts."
By now we had reached my house. "You're right."
He smiled and turned to go. "Believe it or not, I'm not stupid."
 My mom stood in the kitchen preparing dinner when I walked inside. I took after my mom and it was not hard to tell. Both of us had the same dark blond hair and facial features. The only difference was our eyes. Mine were a mossy green while hers were a pretty Caribbean blue.
"Hi sweetie. How was school?" Mom asked, glancing up from  the pot she was was stirring.
"It was great." I said, tossing my backpack on the table. It landed with a thump and my mom frowned at me.
"Put it in your room and go change. Your school uniform isn't cheap."
I rolled my eyes but did as I was told. Tossing my uniform in the laundry basket and my backpack on my bed, I reentered the kitchen where mom was placing the plates on the table.
"Just in time." Mom said
"Thanks, Mom."
"So, what did you do in school today?" She asked.
"The usual. I helped a boy with his Algebra homework."
She raised an eyebrow at this."Really? Is he cute?"
"Mom!" I groaned. " I am not having this conversation with you!"
"O.k. O.k" She laughed. " It's just that the word boy doesn't come out of your mouth very often."
I stared down at my plate. I knew it killed my mom knowing that I wasn't popular with guys. She was always telling me I was beautiful and someday the right guy would see it.
"Any homework?" Mom asked while I was rinsing my plate.
"Nope. Lucky me." I placed my plate in the dish washer. I slipped into my room, grabbed my pajamas and headed for the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I grabbed my favorite novel from my bedside table and curled into bed. As I began to read, my mind kept wandering back to Zane. Why had he talked to me? What was he planning? After a few moments of reading the same paragraph over and over, I scowled at the book and tossed it back on the table, seeing that trying to read was pointless. My head was too full with thoughts of Zane.
The next morning on my way to school, I tried to think of several reasons why Zane would talk to me. All I could come up with was that he was just trying to gain my trust so he could use me later.
By the time I reached school, I was pretty sure that he was hatching some scheme to embarrass me later. Next time I spoke with him, all my guards would be up. If there was a next time.
I waited for lunch to come so I could find out the truth. When the bell rang, releasing me from Biology to go to lunch, I thought about asking Zane in front of all his friends what his plan was. Maybe, startling him would make him spill.
Knowing I was too big a coward to go through with it, I stood in the lunch line, wondering what I was going to do. When it was my turn to pay, I handed over my money and sat in an empty seat at the back of the room.
I was just about to take a bite of my corn dog when Zane's girlfriend, Amy, walked up to me. She was the type of girl you expected Zane to date; good looking and sexy.
"I hear Zane walked you home yesterday." She hissed at me. "When he should have been spending that time with me."
I sat there, frozen. This was not looking good for me. "He... he did." I stammered. " But nothing happened."
Her face clearly showed she didn't believe me."What? The wanna- be wants to be popular so she goes after my boyfriend?" The last part came out higher pitched though not high enough to draw attention to us.
"Well, I'm going to tell you this only once. Stay away from my boyfriend!" She snarled. Glancing at her tray, she gave a small smile and dumped the spaghetti sitting on it into my lap.
I gasped as watered down spaghetti sauce seeped though my clothes and onto my legs. I didn't want to think of the damage it was causing or how my mom was going to kill me.
"Serves you right for making a move on my man." She said coldly. Laughter filled the air as kids saw what she had done. Embarrassment filled me but was overpowered by anger.
Before I knew what I was doing, I threw a small container of apple sauce at her. It hit Amy's back with a splat. She turned to look at me, fury burning in her eyes.  She picked up another plate and threw it at me. I dodged and before I could throw something else, a teacher came barging in.
"You two! Principals office! Now!" My body turned cold. I'd never been sent to the principle's office. I was the good student. It couldn't be. I resisted the urge to cry as the teacher lead us to the office.
"Principal Stewart, these two were caught starting a food fight." The teacher said, entering the room.
Principal Stewart looked up from the papers he was holding. His eyes widened when he saw me."Surely, it was a mistake. Kat's one of our best students. She would never do anything like that."
"Well, she was caught red handed." the teacher said irritably .
"She didn't start it." a voice said from the doorway.
I turned to see Zane leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. Relieve washed though me. He was going to help me.
"Did you witness it?" the teacher asked.
Zane nodded. "Amy dumped her tray of spaghetti into Kat's lap. Kat didn't do anything without reason.
"The teacher snorted. "Do you have proof?"
Zane frowned, clearly annoyed. "Yes. There should be a stain on Kat's skirt from the sauce."
Checking, the teacher nodded grudgingly. "He's right."
Principle Stewart glanced at us. "Kat, Zane, you can go to class. Amy, I want a word with you."
"By the way Amy," Zane said, "we're over. I thought you were better than that. I was obviously wrong."
We walked out with Amy's furious glare following us. I stopped Zane in a quiet hallway. "Zane." I whispered. "Thank you. You could have chosen to help Amy, but instead you helped me."
He smiled. "No problem. I knew who was innocent and who was guilty. It would have been wrong not to tell."
Though I was thankful, I couldn't help but ask "Why?"
He became serious. "You're a good person."
I blimked, startled. "Thank you." I whispred. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I cursed. "We have to get to class." Zane nodded. As I was about to turn, he asked "Mind if I walk home with you after school?"
I smiled. "You can if you want to."  He smiled and headed for his class. I watched him go for a moment before I headed to my own class.


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