Miserable Condition

CHAPTER TWO

He stood up fast (just like the way soldiers do in GoT). He dragged his hot body away from my cold blooded body and without mentioning a word, he walk out of the classroom door (awkward moment!!)

I was left standing there like a fool in front of everybody and everyone was staring at me as if I was their prey and they were the animals who want to kill their prey and get it done once and for all. I was scribbling with shame. I couldn't be more mad at myself as I was the one who took the first move without thinking of anything. (Murmuring inside my head)

I made my way back to my seat dragging my sneaker.

On my bench next to mine, I saw a guy with curly hair, blonde headed, brown eyes, he was wearing black hoodies and plain blue jeans and white Adidas sneaker. I thought to myself, we got the same way of dressing except today I was wearing crop top just to make myself look good in front of new buddies in class. By the time I had finished thinking and talking with myself, I found him leaning towards me, I pushed him away.

"Hey stalker, what do you think you're thinking leaning towards me, huh?" I said angrily with full breath, eyes rolled and with my arms folded!

"I'm sitting next to you, and wait a minute! I wasn't leaning towards you, you were staring at me so I thought you liked me or something", he replied with such confident voice.

"Why would I liked you, I saw you just now. Well, I did thought you have great taste in what you wear" I said hurriedly.
"NO! I meant you're good in dressing what you wear!"

"Oh man! Sorry, I don't know why I can't say the right words right now" said I shamelessly, with my head down.

He laughed and said "I think you might wanted to say that my dressing style is good, right? And yeah it's okay I don't mind with your non-stop little mouth that speaks out anything before thinking twice"

I laughed heavily...

-----------------------Homeroom Teacher entered the class -----------------------

"Hello class, I'm Mister Ian, Ian Somerhalder. I'm your classroom teacher and I'm gonna teach you Literature, you all can call me Mr. Somerhalder."

Everyone in the class started talking among themselves...

"Bless him" said someone from the back.

"I hope he doesn't quit like other teachers" again, someone from the right side said.

Everyone started laughing...

"Quiet, class! Is this the way you behaved with your teachers in your previous middle school? Well, that won't work here in this school. Don't you dare try this classroom your bedroom. Do you all understand me?" said Mr. Somerhalder, breathing heavily.

"Yes, sir" everyone said at the same time, unwillingly.

"Okay, Good! So since today is your first day of high school year, why don't we start introducing our self, I'm sure all of you don't know each other in the class, right?!" he said in a sweet tone like all the teachers do when they want us (the student) to do what they asked for.

"I don't like this sir, whatever his name is! Don't you think he's doing a bit overdosed, like I don't know" I commented while giggling.

"Why do you always eat all your words and say something that doesn't make any sense? Anyhow I got what you meant! Yeah I guess he's over doing his act, but that's what teacher should do, guide their student to the right path, I think he's not wrong" said the guy with curly hair, pushing his eyebrows up and down.

"Yeah, I guess, well I don't know your name, you don't know my name, so yeah I think he's doing right by making us introduced our self in front of the class."