What If

9

"...I assumed you already read the topic since I have given your syllables last week." The loud voice of our History teacher echoed in the silent room. He stared at every student's faces, eager to recieve a respond.

I hid my smile. I got excited whenever the History subject started. My favorite Subject. I simply look around on my classmates now pale faces. The faces that I'm sure never knows a thing about the topic.

"..Now, who can come here in front and discuss how the Hundred Years of war began?" He simply crossed his arms on his chest and sat on top of his table. He's a mature man with a full beard and piercing eyes. And is very known for being a terror.

I noticed that everyone hide their heads and cover their faces with both hands. A gesture I am fully aware of. To be not called.

I raised my right hand. Never wasting time to be the first one to answer. I spun my head but was meet to look at the hand of my number one rival in academics. Ryell Jacksons. The class valedictorian. He's the type of person who knew everything without even trying. While Im so busy researching and reading. Trying hard to compete him.

My face turns sour. I hated it when he acted like a walking encyclopedia. I roll my eyes in an irritating manner when he saw me looking at him. And even smirked. That bastard!

"..Im always wondering if I only have two students in class instead of thirty.." the voice once again rang.

" Hmm. Okay Ms. Smith, Im giving you the previlage." Wich makes me stand up quickly and gave the teacher a small polite nod.

I even manage to grab a quick look at my rival and gave him my ever sweetest "fake" smile. He just shrugged his shoulder and blow me a kiss that made my blood rose. Jerk!

I made my way to the front. I feel the twenty nine pair of eyes intently looking at me. I stand straight and inhaled deeply. I love being the center of attention when it comes to academics.

"..The Hundred Years War is a conflict war between the House of Plantagenet, rulers of the Kingdom of England against the House of Valois, rulers of the Kingdom of France. Its actually a waged of conflicts between 1337 to 1453. Both sides claiming France and its territories.." I really love how they listened to me with great interest. It makes me feel like a teacher.

"..You could have memorize the book, Ms. Smith. Its not a conflict war." And with a small laugh he added. "Know what? Reality is, their just being greedy and stupid with their pride and personal issues. Seems like the book you have read needs a little research on its own." The voice that I heard seems like a magnet. That all eyes transferd to look at its owner. I feel the heat running towards my face. And I know I am all red now .

" Well, were not talking about personal issues here, Mister. This is History. You must check your sources then, yeah?" Turning to him with pouted lips and a devil's eyes.

"Woah! Seems like Ms. Nerdy''s mad! Im not arguing with you. Im just adding up something for the class to know..And its not big of a deal, you know."He hummed with a wide grin.

"...But maybe you'll supposed to raise a hand when you want to answer. Have you not known good manners? Since you think you knew everything...?" I told him sarcastically with raised eyebrow.

"...Okay, enough. The two of you!.." Our teachers hard loud voice rang once again. With amusement in his tone.

And then with a smile he added. " And Ms. Smith, I told you to discuss about the topic not to argue in front of the class."

I felt embarassed. I am known for my quick mind academically. Not for having a smart mouth. I slowly walks towards my chair with a frown face.

"...Im sorry Mr. Williams. It won't happen again." I softly said. But enough to be heard.

I turned around to look at the person who caused my delimna. If only looks could kill, surely he's all down now. Dead.

Authors Note:

Dont get mixed up. Ryell Jacsons is not the one. The story is just getting better.