I take my time eating my cereal as I check my phone and then realized that my first class is about to start in five minutes and I’m still hanging out at home. I should probably leave. I grab my book bag from the couch, leave the apartment, get into my car and head to school. “I’m going to be about half an hour late to school.” I say to myself as I estimate, driving through traffic. I’ve always been late to the first day of school since beginning of high school, it’s been a habit. When I park my car, I head to class and when I’m on my way to my classroom, I spot Harry and the other side heading towards me. I keeping walking and the next thing I know we both stop at the front of my first class. I give him a confused look as he does the same thing right back.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“Listening to Music, is my first class.” I answer.
He laughs at me. “Of course we’d have a class together. Typical.” He says, running his hands though this hair.
“Why are you late to class?” I say.
“Why are you late to class?” he mocks me.
I roll my eyes at me and open the door to enter the classroom and he follows behind me. The instructor stops talking and the room goes quiet. He doesn’t have pleased look in his face. Harry and I take the two seats left in the front row, ignoring each other. Yeah… there’s no way I’m sitting front row.
“Names?” the instructor asks.
“Last name, Alvarez.” I say.
“Styles.” says Harry right after I answer.
“May I ask why you’re both half an hour late to class?”
“Traffic.” says Harry in an annoyed tone.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Mr. Bolitar.” He says firmly.
“Right, Bolitar. I was eating cereal and I guess time passed and I didn’t realize.” I say. A few laughs come from students.
“I do not find your excuse amusing, Miss Alvarez.”
“I never said it was. I suggest you back to whatever you were saying before I got here and stop wasting your time arguing with me. Just be glad I’m even here in the first place.” I snap back. Mr. Bolitar looks at me for second but ignores me for the rest of class as he goes through the rest of the syllabus. After about ten or fifteen minutes, he lets the class get out early since it’s the first day. I get up and try to walk out of class but Bolitar stops me and Harry right at door and call us back to our seats. Harry and I exchange amusing looks and look back at the teacher. After a moment or two, he speaks.
“I don’t what’s it with you both. The attitudes, but I’m going to need you leave that at the door before you enter my classroom. I do not appreciate to be disrespected.” says Mr. Bolitar.
“I wasn’t being disrespectful. You asked me a question and I answered it. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to go?” says Harry.
“The annoyed tone you answered with, I did not like.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell you.” Harry says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Especially you, Miss Alvarez-“
“Call me Cameron.” I interrupt.
“Cameron. I find it also disrespectful how you answered me-“
“With as much respect as I am trying to give you right now, I found it disrespectful to call us out in front of the entire classroom. You could’ve simply just asked for our names for the attendance sheet and continued to teach the class and hold us back and asked why we were late.” I fire back.
Mr. Bolitar sighs. “I guess in your point of view, you are correct.”
“Of course I am.” I say as I get up from my seat. “Just do your job and teach. Don’t worry about me coming in late or doing badly in your class. That’s my problem, not yours.” I say and leave the classroom. This is exactly why I hate school and teachers. Maybe if I never lost my damn scholarship, I could’ve still been in music school instead of being here like all the regular people. My thoughts get interrupted by someone touching my shoulder. I turn around to see Harry. I sigh.
“What?” I say.
“I didn’t realize I would find someone who hated teachers as much as I do.” He says as he laughs.
“I always have.” I say and continue to walk down the hallway.
“So why did you choose Listening to Music?” he says, walking by my side.
“It’s the closest thing I can get to being back into music and fine arts.” I say.
“Are you majoring in music?”
“I used to. I rather not get into talking about my life and goals and shit. Everything in my life is disappointing.” I say, walking out of the building.
“Why are you not majoring in it anymore?” he says.
“Damn, you ask too many fucking questions. This ain’t Jeopardy or something. You’re giving me a headache.” I say.
“Well excuse me for trying to make conversation. You’re an angry person, you should take up meditation.” He says jokingly.
“Or I can kick you in the face and feel better.” I say.
“You’re such a bitch but funny. I don’t understand that combination.”
“Where’s your car?” I say as we get to the parking lot.
“Niall gave me ride here; my car is back at my place. He just wanted to show me my classes so I wouldn’t get lost.”
“Well isn’t that cute.”
“Shut up.” He says.
“Okay, this is was a lovely conversation but I’m going to leave.” I say, pulling my car keys out of messenger bag.
“You’re skipping school aren’t you?”
“Yeah, Mr. Bolitar ruined the rest of my day which means I’ll probably get into arguments with the rest of my teachers. I know myself.” I say, throwing my book bag into the backseat.
“And what are you possibly going to fucking do instead of being in class?”
“I don’t know. Watch a movie or something. Do you wanna join me?” I say. He looks at me but doesn’t respond for a moment. “Look I don’t have all day to wait for your answer.”
“Okay, fine.” He says and gets into the passenger seat. I didn’t expect him to actually accept my offer to go the movies. Well this is gonna be interesting. Before I pull out of the parking lot I get a text message from Andrew saying how are my classes going. Yeah, I’m not reply to do that. I’ll probably get another lecture from him when I get home but I’ll deal with that later.
