The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Intuitions

A picture of Theresa Taylor in the multimedia.

Biology was interesting, the teacher Mrs Iyke was a good teacher, she is one of the few teachers i actually like in this school because she knows my name.

Although i never realize why some students detest her.

She carried everybody along in class, even the dirty minded ones who never failed to point out how a cell looks like the female body, she is really passionate with what she does.

I listen attentively as she explained even though I know what she was saying because I had read it four months ago. I was practically repeating it after her.

She loves asking questions about the topic she was teaching to see if her students were with her. I rarely answer or ask questions in class. Even if I do, some teachers will ignore me which hurts a great deal a times.

So i don't do that again in class, unless the teacher called me.

The door to the classroom opened as the tall figure stepped in, the teacher frowned but it soon turn into a smile when he walked in.

The girls in the class practically swooned, paying more attention to him than the teacher.

What is wrong with the female specie? He is just a boy.

A good looking intelligent young man with a nice denture and superb charisma.

Omotolani! Why are you staring at his teeth?!

Well... He just flashed a toothpaste commercial smile at the teacher which i blindly caught. The smile did not reach the eye though.

Shoot me.

"Yes Evans? Why are you late?" she asked but her countenance showed she was actually happy to see him.

I mean i would be mad if my brightest student missed my class.

"There was a meeting held by the prefects that I had to oversee" he said casually, saying nothing else.

The problem with him and other elite was that they were too uptight. They have zero tolerance for other students and even teachers, cold to the core and always with a blank expression on their faces.

Nothing excites them. Absolutely nothing! I wonder if they were made of stone.

That's why students fear them cause they are unpredictable. And when you get on their bad side, it's like the whole student body is against you.

You can imagine the bored expression on his face when discussing with the teacher but she didn't seem to mind.

"It's alright. I understand. Join the class and take your seat" she said.

His eyes searched the class, ignoring the girls who were eager to ditch their friends and offer him a seat beside them.

I quickly look away when his eyes meet mine, finding it strange. I look at my notebook, revising what i wrote down in other to ignore what is going on around me till the ruckus ends.

I look up when the teacher called back our attention, i listen abruptly, noting down the upcoming projects and tests we will be having.

The bell rang signifying the end of the class which ended on a light note before the teacher left the class. Our next class was Further Maths which always looks and sounds cool to me.

I jumped when I felt a blunt poke on my back. I turn around but got surprised with the person am facing. I raised an eyebrow in confusion, he stared blankly at me, a sophisticated looking pen on his right hand, the weapon of assault.