Chapter 10

8 2 0
                                    

"Hey."

Alison looked up at Zelda's sudden appearance in front of her desk. Zelda was the tallest girl in their class. She had the kind of body that every girl would kill to have. Thin waist, nice curvy hips and flawlessly rounded buttocks with perfect long legs. In short, her body was in great proportion throughout. She was standing over Alison and this made her feel way too small, so she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, silently shooing the other girl off.

Zelda didn't catch the hint, or maybe she did but refused to acknowledge it. "Are you serious about being class president?"

"Why?" Alison asked.

"I'm thinking of giving you my vote since we're basically bunk neighbors, right?"

Alison shrugged. "Vote for whoever you want to."

"Yeah, that'll be you," she said. "I'm not a fan of Wendy's personality and Maria and I are not exactly close enough for me to be giving her free support whatsoever, so..." she trailed off and leaned down closer to Alison. "If you end up with two votes, just know that one is from me and the other, obviously, should be from your BFF."

Alison gave her a look. "Who?"

A smile creeped at the corners of Zelda's lips as she suddenly looked ahead, toward the entrance of the class. Alison followed her gaze to where Daphne had just strolled in.

Zelda stood up straight. "Well then, good luck cause you really do need it the most."

Mr. Allen walked into class shortly and, yes, it was Friday already. It was time to elect a class president and assistant. Alison was not exactly thrilled about how this was going to unfold because she could already predict the results. She could already picture Wendy's annoying giggle as she would be more excited about Alison getting the least votes over her own victory.

"Okay..." Mr. Allen said as his eyes quickly scanned the class. "Hawkins isn't here. Someone go get him."

Everyone continued chatting away as though he hadn't just spoken. This annoyed Mr. Allen. He slammed a book loudly on his desk and the entire class suddenly went quiet.

"Hello? I just walked in," he glared at them. He seemed to have a no nonsense demeanor today. "Someone go get Hawkins, we need everyone present for the election."

Everyone froze. No one moved, no one obeyed. No one even acknowledged the fact that he had just spoken.

Mr. Allen rose his brows in shock. "Is this for real? Am I speaking to people?"

Again, no one moved. Like literally no one. It seemed as though Mr. Allen had spoken to a wall and this rubbed a frown on their homeroom teacher's face.

Alison glanced around in confusion. Something felt wrong. Why were they being stubborn about this? Why wasn't anyone going to get Flynn Hawkins?

"Nobody likes Flynn so nobody wants to have anything to do with him," Daphne whispered to her. "Only God knows what he does at..."

"Doesn't call for such attitude towards the teacher though," Alison said back. "Why does it feel like everyone here isn't scared of receiving demerits or getting detention or something? It's like you all don't respect him or even—"

"You!" Mr. Allen snapped and pointed at Alison. "Since you wanna be a talkative in a moment like this, get up and go find Flynn Hawkins."

This threw Alison off guard but then she remained calm about being singled out unexpectedly. "I don't know where to find him." She said calmly.

"I don't care, we don't have time to waste," he snapped. "Leave my class, and don't walk in here until you've found him. You might as well miss roll call and the entire election."

Alison HaroldWhere stories live. Discover now