Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Guys and Sport

Chapter 3: Guys and Sport

Psychology is a bore.

Not as boring as History but it is still boring.

I have yawned for four times and I wasn’t being discrete about it. A Psychology teacher must get the hint already.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night, Mr. William?” Mrs. Jenkins stopped her lesson and asked me. She adjusted her strict looking glasses and raised a thin brow.

Was that supposed to intimidate me?

I almost scoffed at the idea. She’s the least intimidating teacher in my list. She looks like a marshmallow.

I yawned loudly just to piss her off more.

“My brother had a fever last night. He’s not really fully recovered yet.” I suddenly heard Natalie said.

What the hell.

She’s two rows in front of me, sitting beside Aria. I gave her an incredulous look but she widened her eyes at me in a very daunting manner as if saying ‘Shut your mouth’.

“…He’s having mood swings the whole day.” She added and looked at me meaningfully.

What a bad liar.

What is the connection of yawning with a fever and mood swings?

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her but I did fake a cough to make it a bit realistic.

Mrs. Jenkins examined me carefully, “Is that true?” She asked.

No.

“Yes.” I mumbled.

She ended the lesson ten minutes earlier than usual but I still think Mrs. Jenkins is doubtful about the lie. She’s been giving me sideway glances, probably to see if I’m really sick, so I have no choice but to pretend to be exhausted the whole period and coughed every two minutes just to commit to the lie.

I lazily stood up from my seat and glared at Natalie when she approached me.

“What the hell was that for?” I told her.

She dragged me outside the room and cornered me. She puts her hands in her waist and gave me a disapproving look.

“I lied because you are being a jerk.” She said. “She’s a teacher, she felt disrespected. She can fail you.”

I shrugged innocently, “I was bored. Tell me you she didn’t bore you.”

“She bores me.” She admitted. “But I’m not being a jerk for it.”

“I’m not a nice guy.” I mumbled.

She looked at me seriously, “Try to be. We have a name to carry.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Our family isn’t nice.”

“Then we’ll be the first ones.” She urged.

She tugged my arm and we walked towards the parking lot. People were parting like red sea as we brushed past them. Their eyes are glued to us and their mouths are saying one name, “The Williams.”

Live up with the name, I humored myself.

When we reached my car, someone is already there, waiting.

"Georgina." I muttered distastefully.

"Nathaniel." She smiled, leaning on my car, blocking my door. "How did the walk to last period goes?"