Author's Note: Hello, lovelies! My sincerest apologies for the late updates on my stories. The last two months of school have been especially hectic but summer vacation is upon us! (At least, from where I am from) Anyway, this is the ninth chapter, I hope you enjoy. Stick 'til the note on the very bottom for some stuff I wanted to inform you guys. The Tundermans is still not mine. Unfortunately.
Don't Even Say It
Chapter Nine: ...her girly girly bff
VANESSA
The first three days of the week came in a blur. Everything that happened in school and in our house was nothing particularly interesting. Even classes bored me and that is a rarity. I'm the kind of student who is eager to learn anything about everything so when Mr. Beamton caught me half-lidded during one of his lectures on Monday, I felt nothing but embarrassed.
"Ms. Golden, what is the answer to this equation?" he asked with a stern voice. All I did was stare at him with wide eyes as my cheeks grew warmer by the second. We engaged on a staring contest for about thirty seconds while all my classmates watched the exchange. I wanted the ground to swallow
me whole that moment. I am Vanessa Golden and I am supposed to know everything about anything!
"Uhm..." I started. He tsked his tongue twice. Before he could do a third, I regained my focus. First, I blinked twice. Second, I glanced at the chalkboard. Written in dusty white streaks was the equation for the given question. Our topic is electricity so I think this would be easy. My mom always hands me the bills every month anyway. Third, I tapped my fingers on the table to help solving the equation. Lastly, I blinked twice. "36.326 Volts," I blurted out. As soon as the answer left from my mouth, the room grew silent and the aura heavier.
Mr. Beamton coughed softly while adjusting his tie, indirectly signaling everyone to turn their attentions back to him. "Very good, Ms. Golden. Perfect until the last digit. Now, if..." then his voice faded out from my bubble of attention. I swear I answered a few more questions after that and I distinctly remember not cutting any classes, I never do that, but nothing specific was going through my mind all day. The vivid happenings dragged on until Wednesday. I feel like a zombie floating between time and space.
"Vanessa?" I heard a voice call me from a great distance. "Vanessa." There it was again, but this time, it felt nearer. "Vanessa!" Oyster yelled, making me jump. His face was about three inches away from mine. The sight of our close proximity ticked my reflexes so I backed away, nearly falling off my seat. "You are seriously freaking me out ever since Monday," he said with concern in his voice and worry on his eyes.
I huffed in annoyance. Why couldn't I concentrate? I don't know what's bothering me but something is off. I just can't put my finger on it. "Sorry," I apologized to my blond companion. In reply, he just smiled but the anxiety never left his eyes. I mentally slapped myself awake and grabbed the notes in front of me. Our tutoring sessions usually last for an hour and a half and I already wasted forty-five minutes of it. "Right, where are we?"
"Are you sure you're okay to go on? You look tired and, well, not interested."
"I'm fine," I said without looking at him. Should I believe that, though? I made a quick run-through of what we have been discussing for the past minutes when I was under a hazy state. To my surprise, the things I wrote made sense. My brow furrowed. I am so brilliant.
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