After a couple of days Phillips was okay, he had a cast on his arm, it was a Thursday and it was our last lesson. Spanish. And we had a stupid test. I hated Spanish, I've always hated it. But I recently learned Phillips loved it, maybe if I loved Spanish he would like me more.. soon after I arrived the test papers were given out and the teacher was asking everyone questions. The teacher asked,"Phillips, left what is 'how are you' in Spanish?" Phillips replied, "¿cómo estàs?" "Well done." Baker walked in. "Baker why are you late?" The teacher asked, baker replied, "I didn't know I had Spanish for this class." "Not good enough, sit down NOW." Damn.. "baker, what is 'today is raining.' In Spanish." "Uhm, I don't know, sir." He replied truthfully. "Y/n help baker out." "Sir, I don't know either.." I answered. "Too rough for you, huh? Don't worry I'll take over tonight." Phillips teased. My face went red. I was blushing so much. "P-Phillips shut up!.." some of the boys started laughing. The teacher rolled his eyes and the lesson ended soon after, it was a short lesson but the most embarrassing lesson ever. I packed up my bag and left when the bell went. I rushed ti my dorm and locked the door, I ran over to my bed and screamed into my pillow. The last thing I remember was Phillips walking into the dorm room, I fell asleep straight after.
(This chapter is so short, word count: 250, I'm making another I promise!)
