One Way To Find Out

Chapter Three: Rude

"DO YOU NEED GLASSES to see where you're heading too?" His hiss evokes a shiver to dance on my spin as I wish for the heavens to just let me drop dead and die on the grime floor.

Embarrassment cloud my space while I wearily fidget from both mortification and anxiousness of getting late for class. I don't answer his vilification question and he just scoffs before disappearing in the sea of teenagers leaving me gaping dumbfound.

What is wrong with him?

I space out of the mortification and I start resuming my journey to chemistry class. Entering the classroom I release a a short breath glad I arrived on time.

Scanning the room I spot an open table situated next to the window at the back of the class and begin to walk up to it.

With my butt on the chair and my chemistry books out in place with everything else needed, I wait patiently for class to begin.

Before my thoughts could wander again to what occurred in the hallways seconds ago, a cheery voice fills the room as she gives away invitations to the class for her party that will be taking place at her family's private beach later on after school

Naomi is the cheerleader in Greenville High, she totally deserves the position with her blonde hair that is tied in a low tight ponytail that reaches to her lower back.

She looks like one of those pretty Korean girls I always see when browsing on instagram, wearing her white tennis skirt that reaches her mid thighs, the small size baby pink crop top that has a v-shape neckline, showing of her mini breast and the white stainless converse.

Smooth creamy skin, pink pouty lips shining with lip gloss, I wonder where she buys it because it's really sparkly. Sapphire eyes darting around the room with a kind smile.

She's really pretty.

Naomi is adored by almost the entire school, everybody wants to be her or even associate themselves with her. Boys swoon over her like crazy - even typical Frank. Her popularity and blossoming personality helped on being the student council and she's probably going to be the prom queen.

She is a definition of perfection.

Ensuring every single being in the room got the invitation - including me, she retrieves back to her desk as some people surround her flawless figure.

The sound of the door being opened in a speedy motion startles a few pupils as they quickly rush back to their sits.

A women wearing a pitch black suit with forest green strips waltz in her classroom, slik brunette hair bouncing in the air slipping her oval shaped face in the process.

"Morning class, I hope you prepared for today's quiz." Her eyes linger at me for a moment before darting around the room, a few mumbles arise but immediately stops as it has started.

I really need to start working.

She begins handing out the quiz, murmuring a couple of motivations. Thirty minutes was wasted by practically looking at the questions not really answering them. My slow brain still hasn't solved these stupid questions, frustration takes over me whole.

I feel a soft poke on my right forearm, ignoring it and extracting full concentration on the quiz, after a minute I feel poke again, my annoyance gets the best as I turn to my right with a growl.

To my surprise the person who's been poking the heck out of me is Taylor wearing a blank look as always.

Without uttering a word he slips his quiz on my desk, I look at him puzzled as to why is he giving me this. He signs and leans to my side and hisses. Irritation burning in his hazel brown eyes.

"Copy the damn thing." He says it slowly like I'm a three year old, both relief and irksome coats my dead brain.

"Five minutes remaining people, you have to get done." The teacher's audible voice booms in the room. Before I can start to panic, my hand start to scribble on the quiz as my head sways from Taylor's paper to mine.

Seconds after handing back the paper to Taylor, the bell buzz throughout the hallways. Mrs. Thompson situate herself at the door as everybody hands in their quiz in exchange for freedom.

Packing my things accordingly in my bag and the quiz on my hand I stalk to the door with Taylor following behind. He probably thinks I'm stupid and facing him after this will be very hard - for me atleast.

We both issue our quiz to the tall woman. Mastering some courage to face him, my hands nervously rolling the strips of the bag, my mouth starts moving "Taylor thank you for the help back there and I'msorry for bumping into you." I chuckle dryly just to make the interaction less awkward and unbearable. He simply stares at me and walks off.

I turn the other way feeling rejected, stupid, mortified and humiliated and everything in between. He could have nodded or smiled not walk away with no much of an acknowledgment, that's Very disrespectful of him.

Taylor manages to occupy my brain for the upcoming three classes I needed to attend. I hope he rots in sadness.

Shoving his rudeness behavior under bay, I huff and walk up to the enormous school library, since it's school out and I have thousands of assignments I'm supposed to hand in a week.

I just want to drop dead on my bed and sleep the tiredness away. Is school draining or am I effortlessly lazy as hell?

Probably the latter.