Honestly, Packston could probably be friends with anyone if he really wanted to. Back in middle school when there were barely the trace outlines of cliques, he was friends with so many people. Normally it was because they had the same classes together or grew up in the neighborhood. Now that everyone was judgmental and rude towards everyone else, he probably had about four good friends. And that included Terrance so he was probably pushing it.
That was most likely the reason he had never talked to Jordan DeRemer. He hated when people looked down on him, and those days, that seemed to be the only thing "popular" kids were good at. Popularity used to be based on much you were liked or admired, for good traits of course, but now that no one had either morals of self-esteem, putting people down and tearing them apart was second nature.
At least it seemed to be.
Pax unconsciously grabbed the binding of his notebook and clenched tighter to his pencil.
Soon, the pairing was done and Mr. Mac Hale, the freshmen literature teacher, told them to move desks and sit by their partners so that he could explain the project in all of its totality, then they could just jump right in.
Pax had the feeling that Jordan wasn't going to move towards him, so he stood from his desk amidst the commotion and took his things to a seat next to Jordan. He glanced to her as he sat but sent his attention almost immediately to the board.
"Romeo and Juliet," Mr. Mac Hale said, as if they would understand from the simple phrase. "For this project you will be reading and translating the roman dramatic play that Shakespeare wrote, and you and your partner will be performing one scene together. The scene is your choice. Act 1, translated, will be due on the 15th, the Friday after tomorrow." He gave the group a smile and wrote the date on the board. "If you have any questions, I'll be at my desk. If not, get to work."
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