Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 1 - Rumors say...

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Mr. Russwell, our physics teacher face was beet red as we watched him frantically try to switch his computer off, or at least silence it.

I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahh~

He desperately clicked the volume button, cursing under his breath as his gaze shifted back and forth from his laptop and us who just stared silently. Realizing it was no use of reducing the volume he slammed it shut thinking it would work, poor him. The moaning continued for thirteen good seconds till it finally stopped.

Mr. Russwell stared at us not saying anything and we just stared back. I mean what were we supposed to do in a situation like this?

Like God had answered the obese man's silent prayers the bell rang and he breathed a sigh of relief. "W-well you all should get to your next class, a-and no homework so no need to ask" Like we were going to ask? And we had lunch next. We just left the class since this was the first time the man let us go without a pile of homework this time.

I mean in his current position making a class of 18 year olds angry by dumping homework on them after sharing a shocker like that wouldn't be the best Idea for him. Though I'm not surprised since there was a rumor Mr. Russwell was caught watching porn in the girls bathroom.

Of all places why there?

I still wonder why he hasn't been fired yet. All he does is stuff his face with donuts then complaining about being so overweighted and shit. Like not a class can go by without him complaining about how his couch broke down and then blames it on the company of the couch like not millions of people use that same couch and it's still intact till date.

Walking to my locker I stopped when I saw Brent leaning against the lockers. Once he noticed my presence a wide grin spreads across his face before he pushed himself straight. "Wassup? How was physics class?"

"Nothing much, just Mr. Russwell presenting his recent porn watch" I casually say as I turned the code for my locker.

"No way!" Brent regular blue eyes widen as he leaned closer. "The fuck, he actually did that?"

"Well he was trying to project a video for us on the screen but seems he must have clicked the wrong tab. Lucky for him, and possibly us, he hadn't displayed it on the screen yet so it was only the audio playing" I explained to Brent who almost seemed dumbfounded but not surprised.

He snorted leaning back on the lockers. "Damn, then I guess the rumors of him watching porn in the girls bathroom is true as well?"

I shrugged. "Possibly, but you should have seen his face. I swear he was about to die"

"But like, isn't he married or something?" Brent rose a brow as he turned to me. Once again I shrugged before I began walking off, Brent following after.

Brent Davis and I have been friends since the 9th grade. Him being the only person I could actually tolerate out of my other Fortnite loving or hot cheetos girls classmates. Though he was one of the popular kids and I was the quiet kid we somehow became friends over a three week long partner science project which was the first time I ever got a B. That's what I get for not going over Brent's researches, but just that drew us closer.

"Anyways, have you heard about the party Justin's throwing tonight?" Brent asked as we walked into the cafeteria.

I shock my head. "Nope, and even if I had I'm not going" I reveal before I watched the smile on his face drop into one of disappointment. "What?"

"What do you mean you're not going?" He pouted his lips like a child, furrowing his brows.

"I mean I'd rather stay home than go party in some strangers house"