Class 1-A [by WRITerotica]

1 - MACY AVIEN

1 - MACY AVIEN

I was surprised of how silent the class was today. Yes, we've been pretty much silent and respectful towards the teachers, especially to the school regulations. We've always been so responsible and obedient because we are the highest among the other classes.

But the silence today was quite wrong. It's somehow, weird. The silence, as though something shouldn't be said, was getting on my nerves that I wanted to ask them what was wrong, but before I could, Mister Robinson has called out for me.

During the meeting, I knew that Class 1-A will be excused from accusations. But since the crime was committed at the classroom next to ours, it's hard to escape from the teacher's questions, especially Mister Ruths'. He's the guidance counselor and at the same time the disciplinary president.

I've always admired him, not because he is charming, but also because of his intelligence. For me, he's a mensch--in a good way, of course. He looked at me with warmth adn passion as though I am his daughter, but of course he's still in his 20's. I've always thought he has a thing for me, but I can't return the favor.

It's because of someone. Someone whom I thought he's the second version of Mister Ruth.

But I guess I'm wrong. And I've made the biggest mistake of my life.

I came back to the class to find Mister Robinson in the middle of his speech about what happened last night. Surprisingly, the class wasn't reacting at all. And for a reason, I know why...

"How did it go?" John, the vice president of the class, approached me. The first thing I noticed about him as I look up to him is his blond hair. His hair is awfully beautiful, and I envy that. He's a guy, yes, which makes it unbelievale and questionable that he has the most beautiful hair in our class. He's charming, smart, and witty.

And he's also the person I like.

"It went well, I guess." I said simply, arranging my books on my desk.

John nodded silently, watching me.

It's kind of awkward for me to feel his presence there. Obviously, I think I have a crush on him that's why I allowed him to do that to me. And by that--I mean...what happened last night.

"Macy, can I borrow you for a moment?" Venessa approached me with a load of notebooks in her arms. I glanced at John for a moment, but he just averted his eyes and started to walk away.

With a sigh, I helped out Venessa sort out the class notebooks before we go home.

The others are gone and it's only Venessa and I who're left at the moment.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she asked out of blue.

I stopped and looked at her, wide eyed.

Her beautiful electric blue eyes bored back at me. Venessa is perfectly right to be the class muse for she is truly beautiful. She can be the muse of any great artist, if I must say. 

But the warm muse I always saw was replaced by something cold in her eyes.

"W--What do you mean?"

"Last night, it was you...and...and...John." She looked away as though it was hard to say for her.

"Why are you saying that?" I continued to sort out the notebooks, but this time my hands trembled.

"Macy! You've ruined our class name!" she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up.

"I didn't want it."

She sighed, "It happened."

I nodded.