"What.." Charlotte thought. No not him, it can't be him, he's the most annoying dick in this school, painfully awkward as well. Mentally, Charlotte was panicking. The classroom started to swirl as the words 'Your deskmate will be Chris' echoed in her brain. She was not happy with this arrangement, but she tried her best to comply, putting on a brave face. Charlotte walked down the rows of tables as the smell of wood circled in the air, forcing her lips into a tight smile.
"Pleasure to be your deskmate." Charlotte tried her best to speak with a lively tone, but whatever came out had a tinge bit of sarcasm and disappointment in it.
"Right," Chris muttered, fiddling with his thumbs. Charlotte could tell that he was nervous. His eyes darted around the room nervously, trying to think of something, anything to say. "Are you going to apologise for pushing me?" He questioned. He knew he was annoying her as he couldn't hide the slight smirk that he had on his face.
He was getting on her nerves. Something about him, just something was rubbing her the wrong way. She had so many questions. While checking the school's gossip page earlier, she noticed how many posts were about him and how 'dreamy' he looked. To Charlotte, he looked idiotic, a fucking dick. And to top it off, he seemed dead set on annoying her in all ways possible. Charlotte felt a surge of anger creating a lump in her throat, her face grew slightly pink and her mouth opened, seconds away from releasing the fiery anger laying dormant inside her.
"You-"
"You're blushing." Chris interrupted as he looked out the window, admiring how the morning rays highlighted the roof of the school building, how it accentuated the tiny details of the traditional english carvings on the wall trims.
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According to the school's history, the carvings told a story about the englishman who first stepped foot onto the land of America and the conflict they had with the Natives. The Amaryllis flower then stood as a symbol for how hard the englishman fought against the natives for this land. But, we all know that the English weren't necessarily the protagonists in this story. To Chris, however, the different colours of the Amaryllis flower stood for different things, like how the school stands for different things to different people. The Amaryllis flower however, was commonly known to be the symbol of pride and determination, and those words suited Charlotte perfectly. How she held her head up high as she walked towards him in the courtyard that morning, how she looked so put together yet messy and how she was so frustrated by his very existence. Chris wasn't used to being treated that way, especially by the females in the cohort. He watched Charlotte's face turn red now, she was fuming, and he was going to be sent to his grave.
"You little piece of sh-"
"Silence!" Ms Bentley raised her voice to get the attention of her class. The once rowdy class quickly became silent. "Class is starting." She smiled softly.
Charlotte clenched her fists under her desk, leaving Chris amused by such behaviour. Trying to cool down and concentrate, she reached into her bag, her hands flopping around in it trying to find her mathematics textbook. Panic rose in her chest as she couldn't managed to feel the shape of the rectangular book, she was going to get detention. A tap on the shoulder brought her back to reality as Chris looked at her, pushing her Mathematics textbook towards her from across the desk.
"That annoying bitch." She thought to herself. She eyed him up and down before snatching it from him. He must've took it from her backpack while she was distracted. Was this some sort of revenge? She knew he had fun, watching her face turn sour, what a weirdo.
Unfortunately for Charlotte, the math lesson comprised of the sound of pens tapping and scratching from Chris's side of the desk. He was trying to get on her nerves mid lesson, in hopes of getting her into detention. Charlotte was tired, too tired to scream at him and took too much pride in herself to do so.
This day, was a rough one for her. A really annoying one.
