Trouble... (A Harries Twins Fanfic) Chapters 7 and on.

Chapter 9 (I have an announcement.)

Chapter 9

"Welcome to the second term of fall." Mr. Payton, a middle aged man with a bushy black mustache, stood in front of the class. The population of the student body of the class was so big that he had to talk into a microphone clipped to his collar. "We have some new students who just arrived on campus this weekend. Please raise your hand if you are a new student and this is your first time in my class." I looked around and slowly raised my hand along with the other several people in the back and front of the packed class room. "If your hand is raised, please come see my teacher assistant after class. He will help you with the material you have missed during the first term. Making these assignments up is only extra credit if you are interested." HAH the day I do extra credit without my grade being in a severe danger of failure.

As Mr. Payton drifted into talking about economics, I started to look around, amazed and somewhat relieved to see that most people on our floor were actually in this class with me. As I turned my attention back to what Mr. Payton was saying, I suddenly felt Jack's eyes on me. Trying to ignore his intense gaze, I suddenly remembered his flirtatious comment at the Café and him saying how my blushing was a huge turn on for him. If only I had the chance to respond to him… but of course, dear old Samantha came just at the right time to take our order…

"Ppssstt! Cher!"

I turned towards the voice that was calling my name but before I could spot who it was coming from, a scrunched up piece of paper hit me right across the head. I heard Jack and Sam chuckle from a few sits to the left of me. They were most definitely laughing at my idiotic ways.

'Where were u today in the morning? Stopped by ur room but both u & Jack were gone… xoxo Zoella' It read on the scrunched up paper. I looked at Zoe, who was a few sits behind me to the right. She gave me a questioning look, to which I returned a care free shrug.

I took my pen and started writing a response. 'Jack took me to show me around Bristol. He's been sort of flirty lately…'

I scrunched up the paper into a ball again and I checked to make sure Mr. Payton wasn't looking. Once he looked down on a book, I quickly threw the ball to Zoe. And of course, with my suckish luck and lack of badassness, Mr. Payton looked up just in time to see the ball leave my hand and land on Victoria's desk. Oh, did I mention that I also suck at aiming?

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON THERE? MISS. ---" Mr. Payton paused once he realized he had never seen me in his class before.

I felt my pulse stop as all 130 of the students in the class turned their eyes on me. "Uh… uhm… Cher. Cher Marley." I stuttered, feeling the nutella pancakes make their way up my stomach.

"WELL! MISS. MARLEY! IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE COME TO UNI TO FOOL AROUND AND THROW NOTES AROUND IN MY CLASSROOM, THEN YOU DEFINITELY DO NOT BELONG HERE! THIS IS NOT HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE MISS. MARELY! IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO STAY HERE, YOU BETTER GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER BECAUSE I HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR SUCH CHILDISH, IMATURE BEHAVIOR!" He shouted at me through the microphone, literally making the whole room shake as everyone gaped at me with wide eyes. I was definitely going to throw up.

Feeling my whole body tremble, I fixed my eyes on nothing but Mr. Payton's angry, red face. I swallowed the big lump in my throat, and once again found my voice. "Y- yes s- sir." I said in a voice foreign to even myself.

As the bell rang, I quickly gathered my material and ran out of the classroom before anyone had the chance to approach me. It wasn't just because I was terrified or upset or embarrassed, but it was also because I felt like throwing up and being that I had already embarrassed myself enough, I didn't need anyone to see me puke too.