English class, as boring as it is, was my favorite class. The teacher wasn't too strict and he always gave us interesting projects to work on. He never asked for long essays and he always let us work however we wanted.He came into the class and dropped a pile of books on top of his desk. "Did we start reading the book yet?" Mr. Stephen asks.
The class stayed quiet, no one daring to answer the question even though it was a simple one.
"I'll take that as a no." He chuckles as he runs a hand through his styled blond hair. "Alright, the book we're going to be starting is 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee." He says as he writes the title on the whiteboard. "Today we will learn about the author, but I want all of you to get a copy of the book by next class." Mr. Stephen sits back down on the chair and turns on the projector.
We all turn to the door at the sound of it opening. The teacher swiftly turns his chair around and stares at the student, who came in without permission, with concern.
"You didn't even bother to knock on the door?" He asks him while crossing his arms.
The guy makes his way to the back, a row behind me, and gets comfortable on the desk's chair, not bothering with the question he was asked.
Realizing he wasn't going to answer, the professor clears his throat and continues on with his lesson.
"Back to what I was saying, I'm sure many of you have read the book, but even if you did, we will be analyzing it in detail so make sure to pay attention even if you've read it already."
The guy who walked in seemed familiar. I was sure I'd seen him before.
I turn around peeking, to try and recognize him.
He seemed to be around 5'11 and had black hair, and black eyes. His slightly tan skin made him look older than he might've been and he was wearing a simple black hoodie.
Locking eyes with me, he squints his eyebrows.
"The fuck you staring at?" He spits out.
My heart drops and I whip my head back around, embarrassed with myself. He scared the shit out of me.
Plus, that was the same guy who pushed me and made me spill my drink on my shirt.
Was he never present in class or did I not notice anyone here?
I should apologize to him for staring but I didn't want to piss him off more than I had already done.
Staring at the professor, I noticed he was looking at the same guy who'd been somewhat disrupting the class.
"Sorry, you back there, what's your name?" He points at him.
He keeps a moment of silence and I hear him answer dryly, from behind me. "Andrew."
"Okay well, Andrew, I noticed that you didn't bring anything with you." He taps his foot. "Where is your notebook?" He questions him.
"That's none of your business," Andrew answers back roughly.
Taken aback, Mr.Stephen quiets down and shrugs off the attitude.
"One moody adult won't stop me from continuing my lesson." He chuckles.
"How can one person be that rude?!" Isabella yells out, a bit too loud.
"He probably has daddy issues or something," Laurie smirks, tapping away at her phone.
I laugh at Laurie's statement and shove my last grape into my mouth. Our college cafe wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. It was one of multiple, here at McAdams College. We liked to eat and study at this one in particular because of the cozy vibe it gave off. From the fairy lights hanging on the ceiling to the forest-green bean bags, the entire room held a comfortable aura. Of course, the menu was also extraordinary.
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Fight Or Flight
Romance"Why did you come all this way just to see him?" He asks me with a low voice, hinting at his frustration. "I didn't," I reply in a hurry. "I came to see you," my words come out rushed, not giving me the time to review them before I speak. His frown...