Teacher's Pet

Ch.2

                                       Chapter Two

 Double doors that had opened showed no one of importance and once we had all realized it was just another student, another face we didn't know or associate with our conversation had returned to normal. The bell tolled so Clarissa, Melanie, Lillian plus I went to our first period block. We have known each other since last year, so sitting next to each other wasn't a big issue. however, I chose to sit alone in the corner, while the girls sat in the middle of the classroom. A literal millisecond after I sit down the teacher comes in, sets her things down, and turns to the class.

"Okay class, this year of math could or will be difficult. Depending on how you approach it. Senior year is the time to mentally prepare yourselves for the outside world." A kid raised their hand in the air like it was an emergency.

"Yes?'' She asks a look of annoyance written all over this lady's face.

"What's your name?" the class then chuckles at his stupid question.

"My name is DR. Everett," She says looking at the board where her name is written. "And from now on, you will not raise your hand when I'm talking and you raise it when I am finished." at first I thought this lady was cool, but hearing her last comment is going to piss me off.

"Here is your work for the day." A chorus of slight groans encloses its way around the classroom.

"What the hell it's the initial day?!" I speak, a little too loudly.

"Watch your temper young lady." She gives me a rigid look and continues to hand out papers.

"This is bullshit! Math work on the initial day is not something you do! Half of us don't even have shit to write with!"

"Do you desire to get transferred to the principal's on the first day?" a shade of red slowly appeared on her face the more I talked back.

"I would enjoy it!" I shout, slamming my palms against the desk. She is raging. violently stomping to her desk she signs the pass for me to go.

I stroll to the office and sit down in my typical spot. The principal Mrs. Murray shakes her head at me disappointedly.

"you'll be staying till third period, someone will be sending your classwork for your first three periods so you can work on them while you're in here. oh! And you must continue that book you've been reading," she claims escorting me to the room I'll be remaining in for the following three hours.

I wait in the office until the lunch bell for 3rd-block sounds. I stand up and march out, speed walking to the lunch line before they close doors. I retrieve my food which is pizza, an apple, chips, and juice. I sit down with some other youngsters named Jackson, Elizabeth, and Tilliana. They were the popular group I suppose. I hung out with anyone I favor more and people acknowledged that it was significant if I sat with them. If I didn't then they would know I didn't care for them, which was unfortunate.

"Say, did you hear Mr. Knight got fired recently and they replaced him with a younger and hotter teacher?" Tilly says eagerly.

"Eww, Till that's lewd, assuming a teacher is hot," Lizzie aka Elizabeth responds, clearly disturbed by Tilly's concepts.

"Who is he?" I question, an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know but we shall find out in the fourth period if you have English," Jackson says, taking a nibble of his apple.

"Yeah I have English fourth," I replied.

"we can go together. You wanna join, Miranda?" Lizzie asks me with a smile.

"Yeah, sure." The bell struck, initiating a mass movement of students scrambling to their next class. We all shuffle to class and when we arrive we see the teacher isn't here yet. So, Lizzie and Tilly sat in front. Jackson perched on top of the desk behind me with his feet on his seat. he sits in the back behind me because one, he naps, and two he likes me and continuously wants to sit close to me like some puppy dog middle schooler. it's cute actually. though I don't think I would ever date him, yet he tries so hard. I sat by the glass window so I looked outside, I saw the late students sauntering to their classes and the custodians sweeping the lunch area. The door sounds as it opens, a male voice breaking the silent sound barrier with a sorry excuse of an apology, a man who looks like he's in his early to mid 20's walks in adjusting his tie and holding a man's purse by it's shorter strap, he was good looking I had to admit.

"Class, I am your latest teacher. my name is Professor Drew Taylor. Mr. Knight; who was your previous teacher got discharged for accusations that are unknown to me and the remainder of the faculty."

"We know why." A kid snickers in the back of the classroom near me, and the class chuckles.

He overlooks the comment and continues, "Why don't we play a little game since it's our first day. I want to get to know all of you and the rest of you who you haven't met can get to know one another." he smiles holding his hands together in front of him. I stare up at him when he turns, and our gazes lock. We gawk at each other till I glance away; blushing.

"Uhm, you," He points to Tilly, "Why don't you go first." Tilly stood up and began to speak.

"Hi, my name is Tilliana Grainial but everyone calls me Tilly, I'm a cheerleader here, and I'm 17.5 years old." her bright tone slightly bothers me but something inside me is glad someone can muster up that much enthusiasm so early in the day. She sat down as everyone clapped for her brief description of herself. The class went on for about 10 minutes until he pointed to me.

"You haven't gone yet..." my heartbeat jumps when I realize he was talking to me.

"No, I don't have to go. Everyone here knows who I am, "I say leaning back in my seat trying to remain cool.

"It wasn't a yes or no question it was a statement." I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms.

"So, I'm being forced to do something I don't want to do?" I ask, sassily lifting my eyebrows.

"Yes." He says with a level face.

"You got spunk kid, I admire that," I said sighing with a smile and giving in to his stupid little game. I catch a shimmer in his eye which makes my face heat up. I stood up and began speaking.

"My name is Miranda Winters, I am an 18-year-old girl who has two brothers, and a Dad fighting for our country, I'm single, and I also love playing softball," I say everything monotonously which made the class giggle.

"on behalf of the class I want to give thanks for your father's service. please have a seat." Mr. Taylor speaks before reading notes from his journal.

Everyone claps and I sit down just to put my heels up on the chair in front of me that no one sat in. He gives me a playful look me that says, 'Get your feet off the chair or I will embarrass you.' I gave him a stare back to challenge him and put my feet raised so they were completely obvious. He shook his head with a slight grin peeking through. I childishly grin and keep my feet there until the conclusion of class. I don't know what it is about this guy but I feel like I can trust him. nah it's way too early for that besides I don't put anything past anyone, everyone can and will break your heart one day. just like how Dad broke all our hearts when he left to go to another war leaving us behind, god I miss him.