Craving for Romance

Chapter 4 - New Class, New Friends, New Bullshit (Part 1)

Chapter 4 –New Class, New Friends, New Bullshit

Part One

Harrison is Stolen

“How is it? Does it look ok?” I whispered into Todd’s ears, leaning on his back and holding his shoulder with one hand.

“Yeah, pretty much. It seems to be a great one,” he said, turning to face me.

“Should we do it now? Or should we wait a bit more?” I asked, biting my lips.

“I think this is the right time,” he replied.

“Ok. Let’s do it!”

“Shh… Mari. They could hear us.” He covered my mouth automatically with one hand and the other on his lips, signing me to stay silent.

“Sorry. I was excited,” I mumbled, removing his hand.

Ok. This is me and Todd, peeking into the class from one corner, trying to figure out how everybody is looking before really going into the class. He admitted how he tends to become nervous when he meets new people when we were on our way to class. I suggested him to study the atmosphere first so that he’ll become familiar with them and feel more comfortable.

He turned back to peek into the classroom again. His head swinging left to right, trying to see everyone in the class. I also held my head high over his shoulder to take a peek.

“You are right. They seem fine,” I said, poking him on the arm to agree with him. He nodded back.

“And we have a late teacher,” he said, smiling.

“Yep, I guess my day is not so bad after all,” I said, thinking about my generous sweep on the floor with my body this morning.

I guess Todd understood what I meant fully. He was looking so amused with eyes wide and his lips curving into a big smile.

I hit his stomach lightly, “Stop it. Let’s just go inside.”

“Ok, my lady.” He bent his back a little, hands showing the way to classroom like a waiter welcoming the guests. I shook my head and lead the way with my chest up high. We were almost a step away from entering the class when someone called us from behind.

“You’re late,” said a mature voice. We turned around to face a middle-aged woman dressed in a suit, holding a load of files in her right hand and a Gucci handbag in her left.

“Do you think you can go inside the class easily without asking the teacher’s permission?”

So, she is the teacher.

“Kids these days really don’t know anything about respect,” she said in a high tone, bumping me and Todd to go into the class.

As soon as she got inside, she turned to us with a serious face. Todd, having understood the situation, stepped in front of me and spoke,

“Please, may we come in?” he said with one finger on his lips and bowed politely. I followed him.

“Yes, you can,” she replied, shooting us a glare before turning to the class.

“What’s up with her?” I asked Todd while we are finding for seat. He shrugged his shoulders with a complicated look.

 A girl in the third row tapped on the desk behind her, signing us to sit there. I quickly walked to the desk and sat down. Todd slides in besides me.

“Ok, class. As I was saying before,” the teacher started the lesson without any introduction. Both of us thought that she must be out of the class for something while we were handling the peeking business. But we noticed it was not like that when people started whispering and giving her what-the-hell-you-are-talking-about looks.

Todd covered his mouth with one hand, trying not to laugh. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He bent his head down and waved his hand at me to do the same.

“She must be pretending like she had already got into the class before we arrived,” he said.

“Why would she do that?”

“She had complained us about being late but actually, she is the one who was late for thirty minutes. She is trying to cover up,” he explained me with his tongue out. I nodded in amusement and disbelief.

“What a freak,” I thought to myself.

The rest of the lecture was boring. Nobody seemed to be giving attention to her. In the end, she said goodbye, grabbed her things really fast and ran out of the class.

“Serves her right,” Todd said, taking his phone out of his bag.

“Yeah, she should have been nicer. Things might work out well if she acted different,”

“But it won’t be interesting,” said a guy, placing his hand on Todd’s shoulders. “Say, you are the new comer, aren’t you? How about you joined our group? We’re having a lot of fun. It’s quite boring here,” he said, pointing at a group of boys who were looking pretty hot. They waved their hands at us. Todd looked quite impressed about them at first but I think he remembered me,

“No, it’s fine. I’ve got my friend here. This is Marilynn Steve. And I’m Todd Harrison,” Todd introduced me and himself to him.

“Peter Parker,” he replied with a hand sticking out in front of Todd for a shake, totally ignoring me. “You sure you don’t wanna join us?” he asked Todd again.

This time, Todd looked at me like a child who is asking his mother for ice-cream. I now understood that he was willing to accept Peter’s offer.

“It’s ok. I’ll be fine here. Go ahead,” I gave him permission. He smiled at me, grabbed his bag and followed Peter, who was hugging his shoulder and whispering things into his ear like they’ve known each other since birth. I watched them as they joined the group, doing some boys’ way of shaking and introducing each other. Todd’s face was lightened up more than the first time we met.

“Huu… I guessed the Parker has stolen my friend,” I whispered.