Mr. Popular's Bet

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

My eyes snapped open as I felt the vibration against my soft pillow, groaning, I stretched my arms and legs making me feel good. Taking my phone and checked the time. My heart stopped, "Oh, shit."

I can't believe I snoozed my phone thrice. It's already 7:45am and I'm going to be freaking late! Rushing, I swiftly took a shower, change, grab my school stuff and run downstairs.

"Honey! You're running late!"

"NotimetoexplainmomI'mlateIneedtogonowseeyouafterschoolbyebyenow!"

"Breakfast?"

"No time!" I grabbed my penny cruiser (little skateboard), and hopped on it with obvious rush. I had to grab the handle to a running bus and waved at the driver, when he stops, I let go of the handle making me way ahead of him.

I checked my phone again to see that I have only five freaking minutes to get to school! Oh damn, I'm gonna be late for sure in Advanced Calculus. And Mr. Jameson's gonna kill me.

"Please, don't make me late."

This struggle to get to school is freaking real.

My stomach started to grumble, "Not now stomach." I feel weak and hungry, but I had to pick up my pace. Mr. Jameson's one of the scariest teachers on campus. He's time oriented. Well all people are in here.

God probably answered my inner prayers when I can see my school from afar. I speeded up more until I reached the premises! Victory for Raina Marie Harris!

I kicked the edge of the board and it flipped up then I grabbed it. The halls in school is empty, and I knew for sure that I'm still late. Running to the hallway, I quickly put my stuff in my locker and grabbed the ones I'm going to use.

Speedily heading to our classroom and I can see Mr. Jameson lecturing. I slowly opened the door, his eyes darted to mine, cutting his lecture. My gut feeling is telling me that I'm going to get in trouble.

"Ms. Harris. You're late."

Embarrassed, I slowly went to my seat. He's crossing his arms waiting impatiently for me to get to my seat.

"You're not like this Harris. And since it's your first time to be late, I'll give you a chance. Next time, don't be tardy. You know how I hate to be interrupted." he tapped his foot impatiently and fixed his glasses.

I smiled sheepishly, "I-It won't happen again, sir."

"It better be." He was still eyeing me until he thinks I'm finally settled. I can feel eyes on me, but I just sat there like no one's watching. "Now, as I was saying... As a recap before we go to our next topic..."

Finally. I exhaled in relief, I took my book, my notebook and my pen out. I feel the chills and the low growl of my stomach. I had to ignore it. Being late wasn't part of my plan that's for sure. I was just stressed from all the work for the incoming football season and then midterms is almost here so yes, I'm stressing out a lot.

Good thing no boy can add my frustrations, except for that twat though.

Focusing myself to Sir Jameson, and writing down some important parts.

Sine... Over cosine... Is tangent... And... ooo imagine if that could be a burger. Bun plus patty plus lettuce plus tomatoes plus ketchup plus another bun... Equals perfect burger.

Oh god. I really am hungry.

I have to focus. Food later.

I rubbed my stomach because it keeps on making weird sounds.