Mama's Boy (L.H.)

2. Trouble Maker

After I left Luke sitting at the table, I took the time to have a cigarette break. My next class was History and boy did I hate it. I didn't mind History in general, but it was my teacher I loathed. Mr. Fowler was an old, bitter man who was extremely conservative and judgmental. You can imagine his classes never went well for me.

I smoked my cigarette until there was nothing left, before walking to class. When I entered there was just a few minutes to spare. Mr. Fowler hadn't showed up yet, but everyone was copying the notes he had written on the board. I took my seat way in the back, next to my friend Ashton.

"Well don't you look like a bundle of joy." Ash laughed as I slumped into my chair.

"I don't know why I have to be here." I groaned.

Ashton smiled. "Because you need to graduate in order to run off to Harvard and never come back to this place ever again."

My head fell onto my table. "Time needs to move faster."

"Be patient young one. School will be over before you know it." He said as he patted the top of my head.

I smiled at him. "So how is the lovely Kelly?"

His face lit up at the name of his girlfriend. "She's good. Our 5 months is coming up."

"I must meet this girl who stole you away from me." I sighed dramatically.

Back in our junior year Ashton and I use to be a thing. We weren't official or anything. More like Fuck Buddies that were always there for each other both in a friendly and sexual way. Thankfully things didn't get messy between us and we were able to stay friends when things ended.

Shortly after he met Kelly and he hasn't been the same since. In a good way I mean. He seemed much happier. Especially any time she was mentioned. So far I knew everything about this girl from her dream to be a Dancer to the fact that her eyes changed into different shades of green in certain lighting. To say Ashton was whipped was understatement.

"Well we're going to Hood's party. You should come! " He laughed.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't planning on going."

"I hope you decide to. It could be a lot of fun." He added as an attempt to persuade me.

Before I had the chance to respond, our teacher entered the class. He walked straight to his desk and sat down to take roll. Mr. Fowler had a monotone voice when he spoke, but there was no mistaking the annoyance when he called out my name. I took everything in me not to be snarky when I called out "Here".

"If you could all turn your books to page 394. Today we'll be going over the slave life in the south."

I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath. "This should be fun."

Next to me Ashton started giggling and I had to shush him before we could get in trouble. Mr. Fowler continued his lesson. It was the normal spiel about the people who fought for the end of slavery and how it was the only thing keeping the southern economy together. But then he said something that I never thought I would ever hear come out of a teacher's mouth.

"You know Slavery wasn't actually that bad. The slaves were given a place to live, food to eat, and clothes on their backs. Some were even paid a little bit of money for their work." Mr. Fowler said with a matter o' fact tone.

Everyone in the room went silent. My mouth hung open and I scanned around the room to see others had shocked looks as well. Did he really just say that?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked loudly. "You have to be joking."

Mr. Fowler's cold eyes fell on me. "I'm not sure what you mean Miss Owens."