Chapter 10

          Biology class finally came. Oh what joy? I couldn't bare to look at Andy. Knowing what he wanted going to say. Knowing what I needed to say. It made me sick just thinking about it.

           I walked into my class room and sat down at one of the tables. I usually sit in the middle of the class, but for some reason I decided to seat in the front. Andy sits way in the back. Why? Ask him. I put my bag on the side of me and held my head up with my elbow propped on the counter, looking out the window. Just seeing the birds and the trees calms me.

          The teacher walked into the room and told everybody to be quite and sit down. He really wasn't the nicest. For some reason he hated everyone. Especially me and Andy. I guess it is because we usually pass notes back and forth to each other. His name was Mr. Askew. Everyone just calls him Mr. A*s.

           About fifteen minutes went by and he told us what are assignment was and we were able to work with a partner. The people that seat at our table, we work with. I was sitting by myself, so no partner for me. That is, until Andy walked through the classroom door, late.

           “Ah, Mr. Biersack, you're twenty minutes late. Why is that?” Mr. Askew asked. “Sorry, Mr. Askew. My teacher had to talk to me after class.” Andy said as he closed the door. “I don't believe that. He said as he glared at Andy. “You were probably cutting yourself in the bathroom.” He said lightly under his breath. “Just find a seat.” Andy began to walk, but then the teacher stopped him.

           “You know, never mind. I want you were I can see you. I know. How about you sit with miss Borkowski?” he said as he looked at me. “Miss Borkowski, Mr. Biersack will be your partner for the assignment. Make room.” He said as he pushed Andy toward my table. “Now get to work.” he said as he walked over to his desk which was right in front of us. Why did I have to sit in the front today?

           Andy sat by me with his all black self. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a black t-shirt. His hair was all sticking up and he was wearing little eyeliner. He set his books down and opened his text book and notebook and began the work that we were assigned. So I thought. He was actually writing a note.

           I felt so uncomfortable sitting next to Andy. It was like I was sitting next to a rapist or something. I didn't even want to look at him. I kept scooting over little by little. Though, it was barely noticeable. I mean, he is like my best friend, and I cant even sit next to him. I feel like such a chicken. I have to tell him and tell him soon.