Invisible

History Class...

The only thing I was looking forward to was seeing Lucas in History last period.  It was comforting to know at least one person liked me.

I suffered through lunch, gym and science and study hall until finally, the bell rung.  When I stepped into Mr. Phillips History room, I knew alot of people were staring at me again.  I still didn't know what was so interesting about me.  I took me seat and kept my head down to cover up the red raising to my cheeks.

"Kasey," a voice said.

I looked up, and leaning over me was Lucas.  "Oh, hi," I said... Was it possible he became even more good looking within the few hours I had seen him last?  I swear his blue eyes were shining as he smiled at me.

"Are you okay?"  He asked, his face suddenly serious.

"Yeah, fine," I shrugged.  "Why wouldn't I be?"

He flipped a strand of hair out of his eyes.  "I don't know, you just seemed sad, and kind of lonely," he paused, as if waiting for me to answer, but when I didn't, he started talking again.  "Not meaning you don't look good because you do.  No!  I mean you DO look good, not you don't look good.  I mean you look great, did you do something with your hair?  No?  Am I babbling?"  He asked after he finished.

I was blushing like crazy, I felt like my cheeks were on fire.  He thought I looked good?  This isn't real, is it?  Before I could respond, Mr. Phillips walked in and told us to take our seats.  Once Lucas left, I starting breathing normally again.

"Okay, so we are finishing up our studies about World War II and you know what that means," he gave us a smirk.  "Yeah, fun stuff.  Within the next two weeks, I want you and the partner I assign to you to write a three page paper about a leader in the World War. I will give more specific details right after I list the partners."  He opened his desk drawer and shuffled through some papers.

A whisper went through the classroom, saying how they hated being forced to work with some body.  Inside, I was dying.  This paper meant I had to talk to someone.  Think with them.  Be with them outside of class... I can't do that!  I have to take care of Maria, because God knows our mom sure can't.  Unless my partner wants to come over to my ratty apartment and hang out with my mom who was almost always either drunk or hungover.  Oh, God, what if I was paired up with Kay or May?  Or even worse, Britanny Till, the most popular, prettiest, stuck up, overly-accessorized, diva in the whole school, (possibly the world).  

"Okay," Mr. Phillips started.  "Kay and May, you guys are together," Kay and May smiled at each other.  "Brian and Kevin.  Uhhh, Emma and Julliete.  Britanny and..."

He trailed off, adjusting his glasses.  Everygirl, besides me, who hadn't already been partnered, leaned forward in there seats.  

"Ah, Britanny and Dianna," he said.

There were a bunch of disappointed sighs and groans but I prayed a silent thank you.  

He went through a couple more partnerships then finally he said, "Kasey and... Well darn it," he said as the paper fluttered from his hands to the ground.  

Kasey and who?!  I wanted to scream.  There weren't many people left.  And I swear if I got paired up with Anne, a memeber of Brittany's clique, I was going to just-

"Kasey, you are paired up with Lucas," he continued with the list, but I wasn't listening.  I looked to the seat next to the window, where Lucas was.

He was turned around in his seat, smiling like he just won the lottery.  Then he wiggled his eyebrows and winked, then he started laughing.  I started laughing too.  

Me... and Lucas...Working on a project.... Possibly alone.... I think I liked this.