They call me Beats

Chapter 2

Delia's P.O.V
I finally find my first class and try to slip in without being noticed seeing as the bell has rung yet, at least I think I haven't I can't hear over my music but there are a few stragglers in the hall way so I should be fine. I walk to the balk corner of the class and sit down trying hard not to dance seeing as I'm listening to my jam. I keep my gaze to my desk as I just zone out but I'm quickly brought back into reality when someone's big meaty claws slam on my desk, I flinch and look up and I see this gorgeous breathtaking guy he's brunett and looks strong he also seems to be saying something but I can't tell because I'm too consumed by the beat of one of my favorite songs. Suddenly he snaps his head back I follow his gaze and see the teacher yelling at him and even though I can't hear what he is saying it's still entertaining. Soon the gorgeous guy gives me a dirty look and sits behind me with his little friends trailing behind him also giving me dirty looks. I revert my eyes back to my gaze and maybe five minutes later Mr. Gorgeous taps on my shoulder I roll my eyes and turn around seeing him motioning me to take off my headphones and I do so just to hear the teacher yelling my name out at the top of his lungs I soon realize that he is doing the roll call and I quickly say here, and that reaction earns giggles from the class, I blush deeply. "Mrs. Belize, is it" he asks and before I can answer he continues "first impressions are important, yet you still choose to wear your headphones in class, tsk tsk, I'll see you in detention after school and if I see your headphones on again the consequences will be worse" he ends glaring at me as he starts the lesson. DETENTION! But I have work after school. Big mama is gonna kill me. The lesson went by pretty quick I answered almost every question earring lots of glares from the guys sitting behind me but I didn't care, if I got brains I'm gonna flaunt them. "Does anyone besides Mrs.belize know the answer to #13" the teacher speaks up as my hand flies up. He picked people at random and everyone he picked just got farther and farther from the correct answer so I start obnoxiously flailing my hand in the air till he finally picks me "yes, Mrs. Belize" and right  before I can answer the bell rings and slump in my seat I shrug it off and put my headphones on and make my way to my next class.