Perfectly Imperfect 1

10- Returning Favours

KAYLA:

  

My phone vibrated silently. Inconspicuously, I slid it out from the jeans I was wearing.

Just checkng. You are in school right?? I mean, you're not some weird old lady who has loads of cats and wanders off in the park talking to young guys, are you???

I fought hard to keep a smile off my face. I slid my eyes back to Ms. Cynthia, who was droning on and on about Yeats's poems, pretending to be interested. Under the table, though, my fingers were quickly dancing across the keypad.

Har har. You wish.

Only a couple of seconds later, my phone vibrated again.

What school are you from?

Wouldn't you like to know :)

Aww come onnn

Don't you have lessons to concentrate on???

Nope. We Smurfs just gather mushrooms :)

I grinned; I couldn't help it.

"Kayla! What are you doing?"

My head flew up in shock. Ms. Cynthia was glaring at me. I became immobilized, looking at her face. I knew that she definitely couldn't have seen me texting on the phone, but if she came any closer...

"I'm sorry Ms. Cynthia, I was passing a note to her," a girl next to me suddenly voiced out, surreptitiously dropping a piece of paper on the floor and kicking it towards me. "It won't happen again."

Ms. Cynthia glared at the two of us for a moment before turning to face the whiteboard again. I exhaled a sigh, quickly sliding my phone back into my pocket. I didn't dare turn thank my saviour yet, waiting until the bell rang to do so.