I Bet You Can't

Part 15

A/N hey guys. I really hope you are enjoying this story, and I know there isn't exactly a point to it or anything, but bear with me, cuz it's fun to write. I usually just read wattpad stories, but they never really turn out the way I'd like... so I wanted to write my own. Everyone always tries to create the perfect guy and stuff, but to be honest, there will NEVER be a perfect guy. Ever. So anyway, let me know your ideas, or character traits, and maybe I can create a character based off you! Also add the name you'd like for him/her. Enjoy part 15!

Ky's POV

I wasn't paying attention when our new English teacher walked in, I just heard a bunch of girly gasps, so he must be hot or something. I went back to reading my book on mechanics as the teacher introduced himself.

"Good afternoon class. I'm very excited to be teaching you all for the first time. I am Adam Quimby, or Mr. Quimby to you. On special occasions you may call me Adam... But that's only if I like you."

All the girls giggled. Out of the girls laughs, only one truly stood out. I turned to see who this cute laugh belonged to.

Oh. It's just Adams. She's probably thinking something like "Oo when Mr. Quimby and I get married, I'll be Miss Adam Adams Quimby!" or something stupid like that.

I watched as Adams put her face in her hands, listening to every word Mr. Quimby said. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. Putting the mechanics book down, I started actually paying attention.

"So let's go around the room, and each of you say your name, and one thing about yourself."

He pointed at a guy in the front corner.

"I'm Carter, and my mom had me when she was 16"

"I'm Riley, and my parents gave me a boy name"

It went on like that for two rows, and then Casey was up.

"My name's Casey, and my best friend is a guy..."

Almost everyone gasped. It wasn't something very surprising, except at this school girls and guys almost never hung out unless they were dating.

Mr. Quimby and Casey was looking around at the students, wondering what was so surprising. Her eyes locked with mine, and I looked down at my desk quickly.

"Well Casey, that's very interesting according to everyone else here." Mr. Quimby said with a laugh. Casey just blushed.

The sharing went on and on until it came to the back row, which I was at the end of.

After the guy next to me, it was my turn. I had to think of something cool about myself. Wow this is hard...

"I'm Freddie, and I got a score of 235 on Flappy Bird"

People laughed at what Freddie said, and now they were all waiting for me. Oh god I should have been thinking about this earlier...

"Um... I'm Ky, and... uh... I speak Italian"

...Wow... That's really all I could think of?!

"Ah a man of many languages, is a man of literature, yes?" Mr. Quimby asked with a smirk. I knew he wanted the answer to be yes, but I honestly hate English.

I folded my hands on the desk. "Uh, I actually prefer science, sir" I said as nicely as I could.

He laughed and started walking to the front of the classroom. "You know when I was your age, which wasn't that long ago, I hated English also."

A black haired girl raised her hand.

"Yes? Shelly, right?" he asked

She nodded and said, "how long ago, exactly?" with a giggle.