Devil's Cat

09. Sexy Teacher and He's a Baddie

Chapter 09: Sexy Teacher and He's a Baddie

     "Janice!" Somebody was calling my name from my behind. At first, I dismissed it, thinking that I misheard it in this lousy dressing room full with chatting girls.

"Janice!" More insistent this time and much more closer to me. Promptly, I shut my locker door after I tucked my clothes neatly inside and faced the caller.

It was Hannah — together with her friends — my classmate that shared French class and P.E. with me. I would like to call her as my friend but she had not accepted my friend request on Facebook nor occasionally acknowledged me in the school hall. She would only be friendly to me when she had got something to ask or wanted me to help her with her French homework.

I glared at her and her friends who all were looking at me expectantly but then remember my mother did not taught me to be vengeful, so I just settled with speak-or-I-will-eat-you stare.

Not that I had any inclination towards cannibalism.

"Yes?"

"Oh my god, Janice." She latched herself to my arm excitedly. "Why haven't you told us about our new Gym teacher?"

"We have new Gym teacher?" I echoed. Our Gym teacher, Coach Peter was a nice old man. He used to teach taekwondo class for free during summer.

"Of course!" Hannah giggled and a chorus of giggles from her friends followed after.

I looked at her puzzledly.

Of course what?

"Oh Janice, you should have told me this sooner. We're friends right?" Hannah said as she clutched my arm tighter, possibly wanted to cut it off.

"Since when we become friends?" I mused out loud but Hannah ignored me and continued to poke me with cryptic questions about our new Gym teacher in which I supposedly knew and aware about.

I did not even know that Coach Peter had retired, abruptly, I must said. Should not the Principal alert us about this? Last time our English teacher retired, the school hosted a farewell party for her.

We head out from the dressing room — with Hannah and her clique still hot on my trails — and moved to the outdoor basketball court. The morning sun had not yet unleashed its merciless beam of hotness. P.E. was on my first period and we always conducted it outside. Something to do with the importance of getting enough vitamins and nutrition under the sun.

I knew certain schools that only mandate P.E. for freshman and sophomore only. But here, all four years were had to have P.E. and it was the most displeasing thing for me and Ethan; the two nerd kids that had zero tolerance towards any kind of physical activities.

"Is that why you all dressed up today, Janice?" Hannah asked, apparently still hanging on to me even after I had shot her some very dumbfounded looks at her way.

"Hmm, I've told you. I don't even know we will have new teacher today."

"Janice, no lying!" Hannah admonished. "By the way, you look very good today. I really like your skirts!" She said, her smile almost tight, like it pained her to say something nice to me. "Have you looked at our security guard's face when he checked in on you? It was like he had never seen a girl's knee or something."

I smiled meekly, remembering the harumphing face of school's security guard when we walked past the metal detector door. Good thing my skirt was well below my knees.

We all had rallied up in the basketball court, all of the girls — apparently except me but others kept insisting that I knew something— that had heard about the news that our class would be getting new teacher; stood excited to see the new face.