Figuring Her Out

Chapter 2 | Awkward Encounters

Chapter 2

"Mr. Gray, late again" the dark haired, short overweight teacher with a monotone voice says. The teachers already pissing me off. Parker huffs at his statement. The teacher then turns to me and stares at me with a suspicious look on his face a few seconds before saying,

"You must be the new student Ana" no shit. I bite my tongue holding back the urge to say something rude that will undoubtedly draw attention to me. Not that I'm doing great at this anyways. If I was the same person as I was a year ago, attention would've been my middle name. This type of situation would excite me.

"Yep" I say popping the p and half smirk.

"Well that's also not a great way to start your first day at a new school Ana" he says. I know everyone's going to have something to say about me, the new girl.

"My bad" I reply bluntly. A few students laugh.

"So why are you both late" he then questions while the whole class watches. I raise my eyebrow. Can't he just send me to my seat and stop questioning me like the cops. Being questioned by the cops is one of the worst feelings out there, it's happened to me more times then I could count. They watch every word you say watching, waiting for you to slip up. To say something you weren't supposed to.

"That's none of your damn business" Parker says to the teacher. Why the hell isn't the teacher doing something about this asshole, what gives him such a privilege to be able to do whatever the hell he wants. Not that I'm on the teachers side I just want somebody to show him up.

He smirks at me and walks to the back of the class, the eyes of all the girls follow his back as he walks, basically drooling. I take a look around the class and all the seats are taken except the one by Parker.

It dooms on me that, that means I'll have to sit beside him. How convenient. How did I not see this coming, with my luck I should have seen it coming from miles away. If you couldn't tell by now I have the worst luck. I always do things at the wrong time, screwing myself up.

I then hear a few kids whistle and wink at us, and then a girl with bleach blonde hair and a shitload of makeup looks at me as if I just stole her man. Trust me she can keep him, because if I wanted a bitch I would have gone to the dog pound.

The teacher then gives me a dirty glance and says "see me after class parker" and indicates for me to sit down.

I then make my way over to the seat loudly sighing. The rest of the classroom stares at me, don't they have something better to do.

"Since you both missed the announcement, These will be your permanent seats for now on, and if there's any problems I'll do you a favor. And not move you" he says bitterly. I swear you should have just named this school cliche. Lovely now I'm stuck with Parker for the rest of the year, doubt he'll even show up to class half the time. He doesn't seem like the type to follow the rules.

He begins teaching with his monotone voice, I don't bother to listen, social studies was never my strong point, then again school in general was never my strong point. Half of my highschool years were spent doing things I shouldn't have been doing, but that doesn't mean I didn't have fun.

After a while of not paying attention I decide to rest my head on my arm, I'm almost to sleep when i feel someone shove my arm so my head falls and bangs against the desk with a boom. I rub my forehead in pain.

The teacher continues teaching obviously not hearing my head fall on the table and probably get a concussion, or maybe he just wasn't caring either way.

A few kids turn around to see what happened except for freaking Parker who was sitting beside me laughing so hard. A few guys that looked like they might be friends with him slapped his back in a proud way and laughed along with him. I look over at him with a dirty look.