Vulnerable

Chappy Nine

Chapter Nine of Vulnerable

◘ Dash's Point of View ◘

I found myself walking through the hallway leading me quite close to the teachers' offices. I was going to washroom. Well, I was supposed to go to washroom. But hey, what am I doing here? *scratch*

"Hey Sparks, what are you doing here?" I looked back and saw a confused Vlain standing two steps away from me.

"I'm heading for the washroom," I answered. Yes, I'm heading to the washroom. I tried convincing myself that I'm truly heading to the washroom.

But I just can't.

"The washroom's far from this section. Your room is kinda near to it," he said. "Unless you really have something in your head that you think that my office is a washroom," he added.

Okay, my mind can't digest this one.

I'm standing in front of his office.

How the eff did I get here?!?!

"O-of course not. I kind of wanted to roam around the hallway before going to the washroom. Hehe (^.^)7 " I awkwardly explained.

Can someone tell me how the eff can I explain things to him when even I can't understand what's happening to me?

He nodded his head twice and said, "Sure you wanted to." with a hint of sarcasm between his smirk.

"Hey, what I'm saying is true! I was supposed to be heading to the washroom and then, and then I ended up being here!" Oh no. No. I did not just said that to him. No. Please. No.

He looked at me with a smirk. "So that means you wanted to see me?"

"What?" I took a step back. "Me?" I asked while pointing a finger at me dramatically -- "Are you accusing me of stalking you?!" I asked.  "I can't believe this," I added.

"Well, me either. But it turns out you do," he shrugged with a frown. "Sparks, if you want to see me, we could meet up here after classes."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you trying to say, Levine?"

"We could meet here at my office after school hours. I guess that's the kinda thing student assistans do," he answered.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "I bet you just wanted to have alone time with me just so you could stare at me for hours," I said proudly.

"I can't believe what you're just saying!" he laughed. "Can't you hear yourself? Sparks, you're out of my type. Well to be precise, flat chested women are out of my type," he said casually.

"Me?! Flat chested? Is this what you call a flat chested?" I asked while I took his hand and placed it on my chest.

Seconds before I realized what I was doing: what I did.

Oh my gosh. You're so stupid, Dash!

I gulped before I looked at him, my hand still on his. He was blushing tomato red and was looking the other way.

I slowly removed my hand on his and he swiftly removed his hand on my chest. Gosh. This is embarrassing.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered.

He sighed. "It's okay. I-I've got to get going. See you around," he said as he opened the door of his office.

I was left outside, stunned. I don't know what's gotten to me to do it. Was I out of my mind? Where was my common sense that time?!

Ugh. I hate myself. No I love myself, I could not hate a beautiful girl like me. I just hate what I did. That's right. No? Ok.

I wandered my eyes around to scan if there were any pair of watchful eyes who saw the scene earlier. Hopefully, none.

I breathed deeply and walked to the way to washroom. This time, I ended up being there.

I looked at my reflection on the mirror. Sure I'm this beautiful girl whose confidence is too high but this same girl is just hurting other people's feelings already. I'm embarrassing myself.

No, nothing from the past or present can make me down right now. I pulled out my phone and earphones and played David Guetta's Titanium. Gee, how I love this song. I walked out with full confidence again. Just as I passed the room 103, my French teacher greeted me with an unwelcoming smile -- I know, fake.

"Morning," she greeted.  I just smiled at her and walked past by her. "You can't just walk past by me like that, Sparks," she warned.

Without turning back I replied, "I'm a tall tower. You can't just put me down. You can't just speak to me like that."

"I searched about the 'halmeoni' thing. It means grandma. How dare you call me like that?" she asked loudly, now more gaining us crowd of attention.

I turned around just to be quite "polite". 

"I'm Darian Sparks. I do whatever I want to do. I'm a tall tower. You can't just put me down. You can't just speak to me like that. I'm your student," -- I sauntered forward her for a better view of her now-on-shame face -- "And your income comes from YOUR students. I'm one of them, which pretty much builds up your salary," I winked. Without waiting for her word, I turned on my heels and danced out of the area.

She cant just speak to me like that. I'm Darian Shae Sparks, a girl who's not afraid to stand up for her own.

Ew. My name's girly.