The Gambling Girl.

The Girl (Part 3)

I open my eyes, peeping through my hair that covered my face and slowly pulling my arms away from my head. Oh? It seems I was sleeping, resting my head on my desk.

I was sleeping in class. I wouldn't do this for no reason, since if I was sleeping during class, the teacher would've told to me to wake up and that would seem disrespectful. So I was sleeping during lunch period. Some teachers, if they're not busy, allow kids to stay in their classroom if they don't want to go to the lunch room. Me, having a good reputation with my teachers, was allowed to stay and sleep in the Global classroom. I was sleeping peacefully, until somebody awakened me.

I didn't even need to look to know who it was, I knew just from the voice alone.
That somebody, is my global teacher, Ms. Laurel.

Ms. Laurel, has been wanting to talk to Maeve, ever since she saw her smoking one afternoon outside in the streets during after school. She's never seen one of her students smoking and doing such a negative activity before, especially an honor student like Maeve. She must get to the bottom of this.

I've always noticed how Ms Laurel would look at me. It's like this jealous but astonished feeling, like she's never seen anyone like me before. She always puts me on a pedestal, I can tell just from her letting me sleep in her classroom today. I can tell she likes me and that she wants to talk.

"Maeve! Your awake? I've been wanting to talk to you about something but that's only if you agree. You in the mood to talk? That's only if you want to though...", She said looking down at me, trying her best to get me to comply. If I don't say anything now, then she's going to keep on rambling. So I initiate.

"Sure, I'm in the mood to talk. It's not like I have anything better to do or anything. I was just trying to sleep to past the time. Lunch is boring so I'd rather sleep", I said honestly to my global teacher. Really, I did mean it, school, especially lunch, was boring. I wouldn't go down to the cafeteria to eat  because the food was...decent at best. I'd rather just save my stomach for later when I leave school to eat.

"Really, lunch is boring? It's free time! You get some time to talk to your friends and eat the food......yeah the food", Ms Laurel suddenly turned her head and eyed me like the food was good but in reality we both knew the food wasn't that good. Even I looked her back like 'really?'. She blushes out of embarrassment. "Anyways...I need to talk to you but are you fine with staying in this classroom to talk or someplace else?", Ms Laurel said that last part a little nervously. When she inferred to going somewhere else she used her to eyes to point to the door of the classroom. She could be talking about going someplace outside of school.

"Someplace else? Where exactly?", getting to the point.

"If you want to...I can write a note that says you can leave early today because I noticed you were sick. I honestly don't know where to go but...". She really does want to go outside? Like she can't say whatever she wants to say to me here in this school. Even she doesn't know where this 'somewhere else' is, even though she wants to talk to me. Looks like Ms Laurel wasn't prepared when talking to me, like she didn't have her thoughts paved in her head and wasn't sure of her plan of actions for me.

"We can go to a cafe! I know this one cafe I always go to by myself or with my friends. They serve great sweets, coffee and....ohmigod do not get me started on their tea! It's soooo good and-", She got a bit too into talking about her favorite cafe and forgot she's talking to her student. She accidentally went into her rambling state again, other than trying to keep a professional teacher to student type conversation. "You get the point!". I was a bit skeptical though, why should I agree to her terms? Can't she just tell me right here and now?

"Maybe I do, but why should I leave school early to talk to you? You still haven't told me what we're going to discuss about. Even though I told you I'm in the mood to talk, the second we get to the cafe, the conversation could last 5 minutes and that's it. It was a small matter to talk about. If it's really like that, than there should be no reason for me to leave school early-