The Fragile Ordinary. Samantha Young

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      She shoved him.

      Tobias’s head flew up, whipping around to glare at her.

      Becky glared back and pointed to the front of the room.

      Confused, he followed her direction. Upon realizing he’d been caught, he stared blandly at Ms. Baker, who mimicked taking earphones out of her ears. Rolling his eyes, Tobias did her bidding.

      “What’s up?” he said.

      I thought Ms. Baker’s head was going to explode. Instead she held out her hand. “Give me that.”

      “Give you what?”

      “Whatever device you’re using to listen to music while you’re in my class.”

      “It’s my phone.” Tobias shook his head. “No way am I giving you my phone.”

      I swallowed a gasp. His attitude was the kind I’d expected to put up with in years one to three. But in fifth year, I was in classes with other driven people who needed good grades to achieve whatever their future ambitions were. I did not expect to have to put up with this crap from someone in my class, and I was sure Ms. Baker was thinking the same thing.

      “I don’t know how things are done in the US of A, Tobias, but here, when a teacher confiscates something from a pupil for good reason, that pupil does not refuse.”

      “This one is.”

      The class shifted collectively in their seats.

      “If you don’t hand over your phone, you can just get up out of that seat and walk yourself to Mr. Jenkins’s office.”

      “And who the hell is that?”

      Really?

      Attracted to that? I thought to myself.

      “Mr. Jenkins is an assistant rector here, and watch your language.”

      “Assistant rectum? That’s an unfortunate job title.”

      Someone snickered at the back of the room.

      “I’m sure you’ve already been made aware of this, Tobias, but rector is our term for principal. An assistant rector is a vice principal. Perhaps you understand how much trouble you’re in now.”

      “Whatever.” Tobias stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floor. “Just point the way.”

      Ms. Baker marched toward the classroom door to open it for him, and the door happened to be in front of my desk. She stopped him at the door and gave him directions to Mr. Jenkins’s office.

      “And Tobias,” she said quietly, but I was right there, so I heard every word, “despite your grades and test scores, you will not last in my class with this attitude. If you’d like to remain in Higher Mathematics, you better rethink your behavior. Do you understand?”

      His answer was to salute her and stride out the door.

      Ms. Baker stared after him, looking concerned and peeved at the same time.

      Finally, she slammed the door closed and continued with class as if nothing had happened.

      * * *

      “What are the plans for the weekend, then?” Steph said as she sat down at our table in the cafeteria. Despite the fact Vicki and Steph both had friends outside of our circle, only the three of us ate together at lunch. I had a feeling this was deliberate on their part and for my socially awkward benefit. Either that or I embarrassed them. Neither reason made me feel great about myself.

      The cafeteria was the hub of the school. Glass doors ran along either side of it, but could only be accessed from inside. A massive staircase spiraled into the center of the cafeteria and led to the upper floor classrooms like English. Ground-floor classrooms were dedicated to subjects like Home Economics, Graphic Communication, Engineering, Chemistry, Biology and Physics.

      At one end of the cafeteria was the lunch counter, where our lunch ladies and gentlemen provided okay meals. A new health program had been instituted in the school so, along with burgers and chips, we had fresh salads and soups.

      There were never any burgers left, but there was always plenty of salad.

      At the opposite end of the room were vending machines—soft drinks, water, chocolate bars, packets of crisps. And along from them, pool tables. I didn’t know who’d had the bright idea to give us the luxury of pool tables in the cafeteria but I wasn’t sure how long that luxury would last.

      Tobias, Stevie and their crew were playing on one table while their dinner plates were scattered over the other.

      “Earth to Comet?” Steph waved a hand in front of my face.

      I jerked my gaze away from Tobias and tried not to blush.

      I failed.

      “What were you staring at?” she frowned and glanced over her shoulder.

      Vicki saved me. “The idiots at the pool table.”

      There was a loud hoot from the boys, and Stevie playfully shoved Tobias as they all laughed.

      Steph rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised they’ve even lasted the week. Stevie got kicked out of two of my classes.”

      “The new guy got kicked out of one of mine,” I offered.

      “Why even bother coming to school?” Vicki wondered.

      “To wind up the teachers and piss the rest of us off.” Steph shrugged. “Anyway, this weekend?”

      “My parents left yesterday for a long weekend in Montpellier.”

      Both my friends’ heads jerked up from their plates. “Seriously?” Steph said, sounding excited about it in a way I didn’t understand.

      I nodded cautiously.

      They looked at each other and grinned.

      “Okay, what’s with the evil mastermind smiles?”

      “Party at Caldwell’s,” Steph explained.

      My stomach dropped at the thought. “No.”

      Their expressions fell.

      “No way.” I shook my head. “My parents would kill me.”

      “It’s not like you owe them anything, Comet,” Steph grumbled. “They practically ignore you.”

      That stung but I didn’t let it show. “Actually, I’m pretty certain I owe them my existence. An existence they would snuff out if I let strange teenagers into the home where they work. You know...expensive artwork and unfinished manuscripts lying around.”

      Vicki slumped. “She’s right.”

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