"ms. foster!" mr. adams screamed and it made me wake up from my small slumber. i streched my arms and yawned a bit. "principal's office now!"
i groaned as i stood up from my chair and packed all my things. i walked to the main door of the classroom and faced mr. adams.
"you are hella hot, but your attitude makes me barf." i snapped at him, faced the door, went outside and slammed the door.
i slowly walked to ms. charlie's office just to kill the time. i got my phone and launched the messenger app. i tapped the number of my best friend of 5 years, alexa williams, and started to write her a message.
to: ugly alexa
guess who fell asleep in mr. hottie adams' class??????
me!!!!! lol yikes
holy shit his jawline is so fucking sharp i can cut meat with that omf
i sent all of the messages and kept my phone in my pocket as i barged into ms. charlie's office.
"ms. charlie," i called out, dragging out the 'e' in 'charlie'. "guess who got in trouble for sleeping during class hours again?"
ms. charlie looked up at me from her paper works. she shook her head, chuckling. "who did?"
"i did!" i exclaimed, clapping my hands like a 4 year old that i am.
"just sit down and eat some candy." she ordered, pointing at the jar of candy. "but, do you think you can help me with these records of your batchmates?"
"oh! yes, i can help." i accepted her offer. "what do i need to do?"
"well, you just need to arrange it by alphabeth." she explained, handing out the records.
i nodded, understanding as i got the records and started arranging them. i looked at it, realizing that we did this homeroom time. we had to write our name, age, birthday and other useless stuff.
i giggled lightly at the 1x1 picture of some of the students and at their likes and dislikes and at how their handwritting were horrible.
i arranged them and i'm half way through done. and then, i stopped to a certain record. the handwriting was clearly a boy's handwriting, but it's neater.
name: hemmings, luke robert.
age: 17 yrs old lol
likes: playing the guitar, singing but i suck lol
dislikes: annoying people and people who are mean :-(
favourite thing about myself: my dimples :D
least favourite thing about myself: im fat :-( and i have horrible acne damn it :-(
i looked at the upper right hand corner of his record and saw his 1x1 picture. now i get why he likes his dimples a lot. his dimples were prominent even from the picture. his hair was up in a quiff. his eyes were an amazing ocean blue colour. his acne makes him even better than he is. he's really cute.
"ooooh, did indigo find anyone cute from her batch?" ms. charlie teased me, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"oh god, no! he has horrible dimples. not my type, ugh! gross." i rambled on, not noticing that i was turning extremely red.
"sure, keep telling yourself that, foster." ms. charlie raised her eyebrow up at me.
a wave of silence washed over the room. the sound of papers turning and the sound of ballpen writting on paper.
who is this lucas boy? i barely see him at school. is he dead or something? why is cute?
my thoughts were killing me and i wanted to ask ms. charlie so much questions about this dude. fuck it.
