Playing Like A Girl

Last Lesson

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I rub nervously above my stomach.

I am so dead.

My next class is one of my favourite classes, art, but I may have forgotten my painting at home. It's not that I'm worried I'll get into trouble, Miss Mavis absolutely adores me, much like all my other teachers, but I hate disappointing her. She is one of my favourite teachers after all.

Yes, yes. Julie Jems actually can feel bad about not handing in homework.

And Miss Mavis isn't just my favourite teacher, but - before she even started to work at my school - friends with my mum, so, that explains why I would feel bad. I don't with, like, any of my other teachers.

It's not even that I'm an art whiz, because I'm certainly not. I mean, do you think I have the time to practice sketches and smudge charcoal?

No.

I am way too busy with my social life, homework (which I will say again, I have conveniently forgotten today, ugh), pampering, having some me time, procrastinating everything just listed apart from the stuff to do with being social and relaxing, and lastly, getting sleep.

In a last desperate attempt to find something - anything - to save me from the guilt of disappointing - and getting a punishment from - my favourite teacher, I rummage through my locker, and am just disregarding a folder, when a sheet of paper with a watercolour forest on it slips out from inside my locker and floats to the floor.

Yes.

I pick it up, close my locker, and sprint to my art class.

Jokes. Like I would sprint.

I elegantly hasten my steps. My heels might only be four inches tall today, but high school floors aren't all that safe.

I mean, we had this one chick who supposedly fell and broke her nose, before tumbling into a guy and making out with him.

It was supposedly horrible. Apart from the making out maybe, but he like, could have been a sloppy kisser and her nose was broken, so, yeah.

I almost don't believe it, except for the fact that the guy she made out with was a total sleaze, so I kinda do.

As I'm watching my step so I don't break my nose then make out with someone, 'cause let's face it, noses get squished when people make out, I see just a few stragglers wandering to their classes, before I turn to face where my class's door is, and see Hunter, of all people, enter the room.

I didn't know he was in my art class!

Then again, I didn't realise Felix Maxfield was in my science class till I walked in halfway through the lesson, in a mini skirt and pumps, and he looked at me then tripped, spilling the beaker of sodium chloride he was carrying on me.

Naturally my teacher freaked, yelling at Felix for spilling it on me and breaking a beaker (it fell to the floor after dumping its contents on me) and then took me aside, whispering something about having mercy on poor, innocent, nerdy souls. Then she told me to go get changed, and I didn't even have to say anything about not getting a detention for being late because she, well, forgot, I think.

Now, at least, as I'm walking into my art class, seven minutes late, I'm wearing the most innocent expression I can muster, and there are no Felix Maxfield's in my class. And my not-as-many-inch shoes are paired with high waisted shorts, so maybe that will be good luck. Oh, and don't forget the cute white top I have on.

Hmm. Maybe don't wear white next time you have art.... Oh well, I'm careful to not get paint on me anyway.

"Hunter, if you are late to my class one more time, you will have worse to go through than an after school detention, okay?"

I'm greeted by the entertaining view of a peeved Miss Mavis berating - I may be blonde, but I'm not so blonde that I don't have a vocabulary - Hunter for being late yet again.

How did I not know he was in my class?!!

Miss Mavis looks at me then, her expression softening. "Is everything alright, Julie?"

I see Hunter scowl in my peripheral - again, I'm not that blonde - vision.

Ha. I am enjoying this way too much.

I nod my head and smile genuinely. "Yeah. Thanks Miss Mavis. I just freaked a bit when I couldn't find my homework. I didn't want to come to class without it."

My teacher smiles, Hunter's scowl deepening.

"Okay, I'll let you off this time, but try to have it ready before class, okay." I nod and she gives me one last smile before turning to the class. "And that stands for any of you homework slackers, except you won't get a second chance, and you'll get an after school detetion. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." Was the class's monotone reply. As it was every time we said it for Miss Mavis's sake.

I hand Miss Mavis my homework. "Thanks again. I'll get it prepared earlier next time."

"Good, Julie. Hunter, Julie, you can sit now."

We both nod and head to our seats. I'm surprised to see he sits behind me.

Well, that might just come in handy.

I turn to face Hunter and smile. "You should really try to not be so late all the time. It's bad for your record." I flick my hair over my shoulder in a flirting manner and turn back to the front, just catching a glimpse of his slightly shocked and annoyed face beforehand.