Adam Levine? He's my dad

Chapter 18

Amanda’s POV:

“Amanda honey, eat your breakfast first before going to school,” mom calls me as I walk into the kitchen.

“Okay, mom, I-,” I stop as I see dad sitting on the dining chair, enjoying his breakfast. He gives me a quick stare. But then I just roll my eyes at him. I don’t want to see dad’s face because his face always reminds me of how much he hates Zack. I don’t want to talk to him. Ugh, he’s killing me inside. Why can’t he just feel easy for Zack?

“Mom, I think I have been late to school, okay, bye,” I wave her goodbye and walk outside.

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I see the clock in my class. When will the class end? I stare heartlessly to Mrs. Cole, my Algebra teacher who is now talking so much about stupid numbers and formulae that I don’t even give a damn about. My mind really can’t accept any form of studies anymore right now. I felt really sleepy right now.

My mind keeps flashbacking about last night. What did I do last night? Oh, I was chatting with a stranger in Chatroulette until 6 in the morning. Great, now I’m feeling really sleepy. God, I want to sleep.

I close my eyes, planning to rest my eyes only just for a few seconds. Please, just for a few seconds.

“Miss Levine, are you going to sleep, huh?” Mrs. Cole suddenly appears beside me, massaging my shoulders. “Um, kinda,” I answer nonchalantly, smiling sheepishly. I don’t know how I could answer like that. My mind is now messed up. Maybe I’m too tired until my mind can’t even process data appropriately.

“Great. Wait here after the class ends,” she says, patting my back.

“Wha… what?” I can’t believe it. This means, she’s going to give me a detention. Great, I love detention so damn much. She walks to the whiteboard, pretending not to hear me at all. I turn my head to Brit beside me.

“Oops, it stinks,” she whispers while pulling her face.

Ugh. I thought I would be happily went home and sleep soundly but everything is ruined now. Damn.

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“Amanda, since you are here, can you help me with something?” Mrs. Cole asks, smiling but in my sight she’s smiling evilly right now. “Yeah,” I nod. Of course I’ll help you, since you’re putting me in detention right now.

“Please take a broom in the janitor room and help me clean the Mathematics room,” she instructs.

“Okay,” I nod and start to make my way to the janitor room. I walk weakly as now I really want to sleep so badly.

I turn the doorknob of the janitor room and enter. It is quite dark in here, no light switch or something but there’s only a small window, letting in the sunlight and air from the outside.

I shut the door and start to search for a broom. Um, where is it? Finally I found it and take it out. I walk to the door and turn the doorknob.

Oh god, why it is not opening, like the door is locked from the outside? I turn the doorknob again for times. It’s still cannot be turned. Damn, I’m locked in the janitor room.

Suddenly I realize there’s a warning notice on the door.

WARNING! This door only can be opened from the outside. Please use the door stopper if you want to get inside the room or you’ll be locked from the inside.

You gotta be kidding me. The warning notice seems tickling me. Why don’t you tell me earlier, you stupid door!

I lean against the door and slowly sit on the cold janitor room floor. This time, I don’t feel sleepy anymore but now I’m panic. I try hard to keep myself calm and think the way to get myself out of this fucking room.

Ha!

I take out my phone and dial Brit’s number, hoping she’s still at school and help me.

…

Great, she doesn’t answer me.

Next, I plan to call Zack so I dial his number. 

“Please try later,” the operator’s voice that goes through my phone’s speaker hurts my heart. Ugh, why are you not answering, Zack?!

I dial Mom’s number, hoping so damn that she’ll answer my call. Please, please, please.

Busy. The sign appears on my phone screen. Now, I really felt bad. Ugh, what can I do right now? I can’t wait here until the next morning! I’m afraid I will get claustrophobia just because of stuck in the janitor room.

I scroll down the contacts in my phone.

Dad.

I stop at his name. He’s my last chance. I don’t think much so I just tap the green button to call him.

“Hello, Adam’s speaking,” dad’s voice heard through the phone speaker.

“Dad, you need to help me, now!”