Meet Me Mid The Aisle (On Hold for Major Editing)

Chapter 12: Night Out

Chapter 12: Night Out  

          “Ms. York, you mind explaining to us why you were half hour late in my class?” was Mr. Dawson’s greetings to me as I walk inside his classroom. His eyebrows raised where grey hairs are sticking up along the black ones making him look funny. I grinned at the thought but shrugged it off giving him my sweetest smile “Uh, I overslept?” I answered turning my back to his and taking my seat at the back row aware of the eyes my so called classmates are throwing me. Come on, no one dares to answer a teacher that way in this school, it is not a school for delinquents and respect for teachers are valued in this place.

          “Detention after school Ms. York” Mr. Dawson said grumpily. Oh, that means another hour in this hell of a place. Sure Dad will love hearing this, I thought sarcastically.

Sighing heavily my mind wandered at what had just happened last night. Everything seems clearer when Nigel explained to me last night, or should I say earlier this morning things about angels, fallen angels and demons. But a part of me was still confused, why are they so interested in me particularly and my soul? There were still a lot of things unanswered but I couldn’t just want to press it to Nigel at once, he looked tired and stressed so I let it go. But me being me would not stop until I found out. I woke up this morning with a note beside the bed from Nigel telling he’s up to some business and won’t be home all day. I jogged downstairs and went to the kitchen and found that he prepared a breakfast for me before leaving, alongside with it was another note saying I should eat first before leaving his house. I used his shower to freshen up and before I open his front door I noticed another sticky note on the door knob saying ‘be safe’ two simple words that made my heart flutter. I took all three notes of his and went to my house to find new clothes and grabbed my bag. I was late because I decided to ride a community bus instead of driving my motorbike feeling so tired from lack of sleep.

          The day went over so fast I was now on Mr. Dawson’s room – again, for detention. He was just sitting comfortably on his desk busying himself reading after giving me the detention slip. I was just about to write something in it when the door burst opened with Drake smiling smugly at Mr. Dawson then turned his gaze on me.

          “Mr. Dawson, I know Pris here was under your detention but I need her for something important, could you spare her for me?” Drake said in a calm tone.

          “Uh, I—well, sure Mr. Harrison” Mr. Dawson said knowing he couldn’t say no, it was Drake Harrison his talking to, a big sponsor of this small towns only public school.

          “So…” Drake trailed off looking me in the eyes with eyebrows raised as if saying ‘what are you waiting for, stand up and follow me already’. If I have to choose between detention and hanging out with Drake, of course I’ll choose the last one! Grabbing my bag and marching towards the door I gave Mr. Dawson one nod and a playful smile before leaving the room with Drake alongside me.

          “Where are we going?” I asked once we were seated comfortably on his car.

          “We’re having fun, well how old are you, Spice?” why is it important? I thought.

          “Why Mr. Six-hundred-year-old-fallen-prick?” I asked smugly trying to annoy him with his age. He seemed not bothered at all for he just threw me his familiar smirk before focusing his eyes on the road.

          “Fallen prick? Ha ha! Funny Spice, funny. Well, I’m taking you to my place for dinner and we’re going to the club. Time for you to experience other things in life. So, how old are you exactly?” What…dinner at his place? He could have ask me first if I want to right?