Fan Fiction Literature Love 1
Literature Love 1
Saturday, 29 August 2009 12:48 | Written by 
Literature Love
Chapter 1
This class is seriously messing with my sanity. Why? Well, I ask myself that question
everytime I walk into this classroom. Like, why is everyone being so quiet? Or, why is Dora
the Explorer hanging from the ceiling? This is 10th grade Lit, not elementary.
"Stephanie," My head shot up. Yes, I was sleeping. "Averse, tell me the part of
speech."
I tried saying the answer, which it's an adjective by the way, but I was yawning at the
same time so it came out more like a, "Aahjegchive."
A small, yet growing, smirk appeared on Mr. Thompson's face and before he and I both
knew he was going to make some dumb remark about me sleeping in his class again.
Someone knocked on the classroom door.
I layed my head back down. It's great that I can close my eyes for a bit but...
"Stephanie."...I wish it were longer.
"I meant, averse is an adjective." I mumbled, lifting my head up slowly. What I
expected to see was Mr. Thompson with a more stern expression. You know, the one
that's ready to scold but, nope, and there she was, blocking my view.
"Oh," What I wanted to say was who are you but, "You're cute."
Sometimes I happen to say whatever pops into my head faster then what I had
wanted to say. Like, there was this one day when instead of saying "Good Afternoon, Mr.
Thompson." I said, "What the hell happened to your mustache?" He had to shave it off
because he lost some bet or something. It's whatever and none of my business but I had
some urgency to ask.
"Uh yeah," She giggled, taking her seat next to mine. "You're right. Averse is an
adjective," She paused. "and I am cute."
I smiled. She seems interesting.
"...sssteph..."
I've been in class for, I don't know, twenty minutes. I slept for fifteen of those
minutes and I've known this chic, the one sitting next to me, for five.
"Yesss?" I wurled my head around to face her and smiled. "Pepper."
Pepper is kind of weird to call her by, I know. But it's her last name, not my idea. Her
first name is Karaline, but that's just too long to say.
"Eh," She giggled. "You could call me Kara."
Right, I didn't even think about that. Oh well, it's too late now.
"Steph," She held up a note with my name on it. I didn't realize that she was just
holding it up and not trying to give it to me.
"Oh, who's that from?" I asked, reaching over to get it but she pulledd it back.
"Wait, can I read it first?" She asked. I did say I knew her for five minutes, right? You
know what, nevermind...
"Yeah, go for it."
I watched her unfold the note. I leaned over to read it with her but,
"Eheh...eh. Wh-why are you leaning so close to me?"
Well, the closer I got the farther away she moved the paper. I sat up, she was totally
flushed.
"Are you going to let me read it?" I asked.
"O-oh." She lightly patted her pink face. "Right, sorry."
So I leaned back over but...
...I couldn't help but notice her watching me.
I sat back up. Whatever, I don't care anyways. The only thing I managed to read was
the 'From: Steve Marsh' at the top and I don't even know who that is.
Then the note disappeared from Pepper's lap and into Mr. Thompson's hands.
"Notes on your first day, huh?"
I looked at Pepper who mouthed a 'sorry' to me. Then I watched Mr. Thompson scan
the note. He looked at me before turning to the class.
Sighing he said, "Who would," and he said this very slowly. "take the time out of my
class to write Ms. Carson," That's me. "A love note."
Oh, so that's what it was.
"From Steve," He started reading, " I love you Stephanie with a burning passion." Being
the literature teacher that he is, he emphasized the whole line.
I noticed Pepper looking at me so I turned to her.
"That's not what it said." She whispered.
"So would you please go out with me?" Mr. Thompson looked at me. "What do you
say, Carson? Gonna give the boy a chance?"
"Uhh..." I laughed. "Wait, who's Steve?"
I heard a couple of people chuckle, and Mr. Thompson trashed the note.
"Get back to your work people." Mr. Thompson announced, walking back to his desk.
I soon found out that what the note said wasn't too far off from what Mr. Thompson
said it said. It was a love letter and Steve did ask me out in it. It also said that he
didn't have the guts to ask me out since 8th grade, what it didn't say was that he loved
me with burning passion.
"Did you really not know who he was?" Pepper asked.
"I didn't." I know who he is now, though. He's the good-looking kid that sits in the
front and kept turning back to look at me. Why I didn't make that connection, I don't
know.
"Steph," Pepper pointed at herself. "When I ask you out two years from now," Ask
me out? "are you going to forget about me?" Some how I could imagine tears at the
corners of her eyes. She had the droopy face to match.
I gently brought her pointing hand down to her lap.
"Don't worry. I don't forget the people I like." I said with a smile. Honestly, now that
she's here, in this class, I think my school year is looking a little bit brighter.
She was flushed again but her expression brightened. Oh, why is she so cute?
"Eheh...eh. Wh-why are you holding my hand?"
Sweat drop.
End
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