𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

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For once I'm not late. Kayla even gave me a cupcake this morning for waking up on time. I ate it already, but it was sweet.

I walk into Sir's class, not looking at who takes a seat in his chair and assuming it's him, as it always usually is. But right before I took my seat, my name was called and when I turn to look, It's not sir.

"What are you doing arriving late to my lesson?" The old, fragile lady whose name I don't know slowly lifts herself out of the chair, her eyes connecting with mine.

"Oh." I mutter. What the fuck...

"Oh? Is that all you have to say? I would assume someone like you would have better manners..." She sighs.

"Like who?..." I ask, pulling my shoulders up higher out of impulse.

"Well..." The lady takes her seat again and her eyes scan over the room full of open-eyed adults- most of them are eyeing her, waiting for her response.

"Would you please either take a seat and apologise or leave. You are creating a scene and people are trying to work." She says, not bothering to hold eye contact anymore.

"I'm not even late...Neither am I disrupting anyone from working because you were the one who started at me. But, thank you for the permission to leave." I grab my bag from on the floor and walk back towards the door only a couple minutes ago I walked in from.

I leave the room, making sure to close the door softly behind me. I take a deep sigh as I pull out my phone from the waistband of my skirt and pull up mine and sirs messages.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.

10:05: Me: Why aren't you teaching?

I sit and lean against the wall opposite his classroom as I wait for a response. Usually it's pretty quick unless he's busy.

It takes him about 3 minutes before the bubbles appear.

10:08: Zion: I have a meeting. Now put your phone away.

10:08: Me: No. I got kicked out of class anyway.

10:08: Zion: What did you do?

10:08: Me: It doesn't matter. What room?

10:09: Zion: No.

10:09: Me: No?

10:09: Zion: No, you are not coming to the meeting. Go back to class.

10:09: Me: You're funny for thinking I'm going back in there. When does the meeting start?

10:09: Zion: 10:30.

Perfect. I shove my phone back down my skirt, walk out the Social Block and head towards where most of the meetings are held. If he's not there, then my plan is scuffed.

When I finally get to room 308, I knock on the door, peeking through the small glass window. I see only one man sitting down, scrolling on his phone. Zion.

I watch him as his head turns to me and our eyes connect through the window panel. I smile at him and he shakes his head and a small smile appears on his face. He gets up and walks towards the door.

"Why are you here?" He asks, peeking his head out the door and then pulling me inside. Why am I here?...

"Well." I look up at him.