Eternally, I Do

Chapter 8: Creeped Out History

I sat against the wall, watching as Mr Caspar slipped out of the room in a whisper.

He didn’t close the door, didn’t bother to. Through the tiny slit left ajar to the door he had exited, I saw a group of girls ambushed Mr Caspar the minute he stepped out of the class. I saw his raised an amused brow as he slid his hands into the denim pocket of his jeans, flicking his dark hair out of his eyes.

The group of girls were strangely familiar and from afar, I saw the unique formation the trio positioned as they carried out their “mission”. They were the usual self-absorbed kind of girls, hands on their hips, flipping blonde hair as they edged closer to the masculine teacher subtlety. I narrowed my eyes and for a second, I could imagine Courtney Baines standing there with her obnoxious cliche, blowing kisses towards Mr Caspar.

Oh wait, that’s because it is her.

I gagged, disgusted by the sight. C’mon, Courtney, even Mr Caspar is too old for you, and I mean literally. Face the truth, jeez. Courtney is the head cheer-leader (yeah, yeah, it’s that cliché) and at that moment, she wore a loose fitting hot pink shirt, abstract designs on the front, where the large neckline bare her bony left shoulder to the eyes. Her black bra strap was exposed and she donned on a mini midnight flowy skirt, long tanned legs stretched out into strapped diamond black six-inch heels. Courtney has a flawless face, save her bright baby blue eyes, perfect nose and sultry lips, other than that, it’s completely hideous. Her curly white-blonde hair framed her face in a perfect angle as it curled down her back in ocean-like waves.

On each of her sides, were her henchmen, dumb brunettes Bailey and Hailey. Both of them are twins born three minutes apart and completely empty in the head up there. It’s just their birth right that they can’t tell between a peanut and a baseball. Although, they, strangely, were professionals in the flirting department. Who would have known that fact?

Not even themselves.

Unlike Hailey, Bailey had a body of baby fat which she can’t seem to lose with all of the dieting and work-outs her sister instructed her. Hailey is the complete opposite. She was a exercise diva. Hailey’s toned and muscular frame was stretched into a black halter neck with both of her arms bare to sight while her long legs with fit into white tights where her feet was strapped into black heels. Her hazel brown hair was tied up into a high ponytail, deliberate loose strands hanging down the sides of her forehead.

Bailey’s outfit consists of a plain spaghetti-strapped white A-line crop shirt with Indian-like bangles slightly tight around her wrists. It jingles a joyful melody whenever she walked and swung her arms. A black flowery skirt hung at her hips, a white belt pulled tight around the circumference. Donning white suede boots up to her knees, Bailey’s brown hair hung like a curtain from her scalp and straight to her waist.  

For some reason, they have never liked my wits (probably because of the frog-on-the-chair incident) but who knows?

I chuckled at myself for that prank. It had gone so well and Courtney had actually scream and freak out when she saw the slimy creature. I looked up and noticed that Mr Caspar had gone into defence mode because he was smiling awkwardly with weird hand motions. His body was faced side-ways and his foot was tapping really fast. And I meant super fast. Courtney and her cliche were laughing and giggling along with him and finally, they blew him a last kiss goodbye and sauntered off.

Mr Caspar let a sigh of relief and walked off.

Stifling a laugh bubbling up within me, I used the friction between my fingers and the floor and pushed myself up. I grabbed my back and exited the classroom, dodging the desks and chairs on the way out.