Knock Me Out

Chapter 12

Hey gum drops😋

The guy in the picture is Chaniëlle's new gynecologist. Hot ain't he😉

P.S. this is the longest chapter I've written till now (2299 words)

Have fun reading😘😘
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Two months later

I don't know how else to tell this man not to announce my test scores out loud. Why should he always embarrass me like this? If he keeps this up people will start calling me a nerd.

All the other students have left the classroom. Mr. Wongso and I are the only ones left.

"Miss Righters, is something wrong?"

"Yes sir, in fact everything is wrong" I answer trying my best to stay polite "I remember asking you multiple times to keep my test results private, but you just read it out loud again"

"I know. I Did" he smiles as if he doesn't know how much I hate it.

I stare at the tall good looking man who is my math teacher. He always has that stupid grin on his face, it's as if he doesn't have problems in his life at all. The guy is always smiling and it's really annoying.

"But why?"

"Because I felt like doing it miss Righters"

"I asked you not to do it and so did my mother who is the chancellor and your boss"

"I know" he grins widely. Is he laughing at me?

I sigh. This is hopeless. This man is hopeless! Why won't he just do as he's told, cause it's not that hard. None of the other teachers ever had a problem with this.

"You can't have everything your way, so live with it" my subconscious snaps.

I turn around and start walking toward the door. There's no point trying to talk him into doing what I want anyway.

"Wait" he says when I reach the door. I turn around and look at him, not trying to hide my irritation.

"If you can give me one good reason why you're embarrassed by your own brilliance, I promise I'll stop doing it" he says now serious.

I stare at him not knowing what to say. Do I have a better reason than the fact that I think it's embarrassing and I that don't want to ruin my status?......

"NO!!" my subconscious answers my thoughts.

Mr. Wongso and I stare at each other blankly for a minute or two.

"Just as I thought" he smiles "you don't have a good reason at all, but you just do it. That's exactly what I'm doing too. I don't have a good reason to read your marks out loud, but I do it anyway"

I stand there staring at my maths teacher, not planning on answering.

"There are billions of people around the world who wish they had brains like yours. You're smart Chaniëlle and you don't have to be embarrassed by that. There's nothing wrong in being a straight-A student, in fact that's the best anyone could expect from a student. You should appreciate who you really are, no matter what people will think of you or what names people will call you. You're a good girl even though you prefer to be the bad girl in people's eyes. You're not my daughter, but God knows how proud I would have been if you actually were. Don't be who you think people would like you to be, but be the person you really want to be and are" he says.