Don't Play the Song now. Play it when I say.
Suddenly, my heart raced. The realization hit me like a truck. I gulped again and questioningly looked at Viola and whispered "Girl, what have you gotten me into now?". Dean, the popular 'bad-boy' figure, had thrown his hat into the ring, and now, a new challenge loomed ahead. How could I back out now?
As the leader's poll drew to a close, the tension in the room reached its peak. The teacher, with deliberate pacing, began to announce the results, drawing out the moment with suspense. The hushed whispers and exchanged glances only intensified my anxiety.
"Out of 45 students," the teacher began, his voice a deliberate drumroll, "we have the results. Miss Gloria, you garnered..." My heart pounded, drowning out the rest of the sentence as I braced myself for the inevitable. "Five votes." The air seemed to thin, and the weight of the room pressed down on me.
"And Mr. Dean," the teacher continued, drawing out the anticipation, "received a whopping forty votes." The silence that followed felt deafening. A heavy sigh escaped Viola beside me, and I couldn't bring myself to meet Dean's triumphant gaze. The numbers spoke volumes, and in that moment, I wished for an escape, a place where the ground would open up and swallow my embarrassment whole.
Mr. Alister attempted to put a positive spin on the situation, declaring that I would be the next semester's saw leader. Dean, with an impish smile, turned to me, locking eyes, and offered a smile. In response, I shot him a glare, a silent declaration that this was far from over.
Mr. Alister, attempting to restore harmony, urged Dean to issue an apology, if he could muster it. Predictably, Dean's loyal minions protested, their discontent palpable in the charged atmosphere. However, Dean, known for his popular authority, silenced them with a single, piercing glare. It was a scene straight out of a high school drama, and I found myself caught in the midst of it all.
Approaching me without hesitation, Dean took the rare step of apologizing aloud, a gesture that sent shockwaves through the entire class. The room fell into an eerie silence as Dean, typically unapologetic, broke character. Then, with a deftness that went unnoticed by all but me, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Sorry, sunshine... I'll make it up later," accompanied by a subtle wink that slipped past the notice of our classmates.
The impact of Dean's unprecedented apology rippled through the room, and whispers cascaded from all sides. Dean, notorious for his unwillingness to apologize, willingly extending remorse was the talk of the class. Viola, with her keen perception, caught the wink . With a raised eyebrow and a questioning look, she silently acknowledged the unspoken bond between us.
As the class buzzed with speculation, Viola diverted her attention to Andrew, seemingly unfazed by the commotion. He remained engrossed in his conversation, an island of calm in the storm.
x
The bell chimed, signaling the end of Mr. Alistair's class, and I gathered my belongings to leave. However, my exit was impeded by Dean's minions, who seemed determined to make my departure challenging . Their faces bore expressions of annoyance, as if I had committed an unforgivable offense. One of them sneered, "You made Dean apologize. You'll have to pay for it."
I raised an eyebrow, perplexed by the audacity of their claim. "Pay for it? Seriously? Last time I checked, Apologies are meant to mend, not demand."
The other minion chimed in, his tone more aggressive, "You think you can mess with Dean and get away with it?"
I let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Mess with Dean? Please. Stop being dramatic .Well for your record, I can. Gloria can get away messing with Dean."
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