The Thirteenth

~Chapter Four~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Four

 Amelia

Are you kidding me?

Was this some kind of Punk’d episode where I’d end up making a fool out of myself?

What the hell was he doing here?

Argh!

I bet my guardian angel is drunk for the most part of my life. Every single time I expect something good to happen and voila, it just doesn’t. That angel must protect me! Wasn’t that her job? Throwing me under the bus at every turn of my life was not a part of the job description for a guardian angel from what I knew.

Great, just when I thought that I’ll try to get on track with Chemistry and end the year joyfully, this had to happen. I felt a nudge on my right side and saw Al pursing her lips trying to contain her laughter. Well, what a best friend, sarcasm intended.

The dark haired guy, well now Chemistry teacher, cleared his throat and walked off. What, now he couldn’t give his irritating smirk or spill out a few words? Arse.

“Well, well, well, I’m predicting that somebody’s going to have a great time learning chemistry especially with a person who looks exceptionally well.”

“Oh shut up! It’s creepy finding this guy here. Is he like stalking me or something? First, I find him in the bar. Well, that was like fine. But then last night again and now here? Who is he?” I followed Al who began tracing her steps to chemistry class.

“He looks too young to be a teacher. I bet he hasn’t even graduated college. Who appoints such young people? Well, that bothers me, but damn, he’s an eye candy.” Al grinned.

“Are you even listening to me? Ugh, why do I even bother? And for god’s sake, he’s our teacher Al.” I warned her.

“You’re acting like my mom. And no, I wouldn’t date him or anything… just like entertaining myself, harmless flirting and so on.” She stopped in her track and looked at me. “Look, do these things and you’ll be safe. Here we go,” she rubbed her palms together and looked at me dead center in the eye, “One, be normal and forget that he’s your teacher. Two, in case if he does something to piss you off, just drink your anger in and stay put. Three, don’t answer back under any circumstances, I repeat do not. Four, do not forget the first three I just said.”

“Roger that, captain,” I entered the class and took my seat third from the front bench. Al took the one right beside mine. She gave me a smile and gave a ‘good-luck’ nod. This was a routine she always did when I went on stage, wrote an exam or anything that got me edgy. But now, I wasn’t edgy, I was fine, wasn’t I?

I opened the chemistry text and placed my stationery neatly on the sides clearly engaging myself in aligning my one pencil and book so that I wouldn’t look up.

What a chicken!

No I am not.

To stop this nonsense from continuing, I convinced myself to look up, and that I did. I so should not have. I found his eyes on me and he was smirking. Was he seriously smirking at me? Wait till you meet the actual Amelia Spencer, I thought to myself. Probably he thought that I was a chicken and I wouldn’t blame him because that’s how absurd I had been acting around him. Not anymore, dark haired guy, not anymore.

I raided for every bit of self-confidence that was scattered in my body and met his eyes with a glare. I clenched my teeth when he didn’t stop smirking; he seemed unfazed by my glare.