An (Un)Suspected Visitor
Okay...so I'm just taking a small break from SWIWTB due to the fact that I am moving (yet again). I've only been at my current home for about three months but I'm going to make a HUGE move this month...with only my sister. It's complicated and I'm not going into deets.
ANYWAY, I have way too many daydreams during class, so I decided to write some up and post them here.
(I'm a straight A student, but I don't pay attention half the time in class. I'm not bragging or anything. I just have a short attention span when it comes to teachers talking so I just quickly read the book on my own when I have to do homework or classwork :P)
They are bound to be random and completely impossible but hey-they ARE daydreams. I might continue some of them and develop them into stories. Iono. Maybe I will, maybe not. Depends ;)
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An (Un)Suspected Visitor
I sat in my first period Spanish 2 class staring at the teacher. Having mastered the facade of looking like I was paying attention to what she was saying while actually zoning out, I looked intently at her without letting the focus of my eyes slip and letting her know that I really wasn't absorbing her words. Everyday started out like this. Me, being too tired to function at the moment, always sitting in my seat-five rows from the right side of the room (which contained the door), the very first seat (which was right in front of the teacher's desk)-looking like I was the perfect student and not letting anyone be known that I couldn't care less about what was coming out of the teachers mouth and everyone in the classroom oblivious to what was really going on in my mind.
For a few seconds, I let my eyes wander around the front of the classroom (shifting my body around would be too suspicious). As my eyes gaze over the small rectangular window inset into the classroom's door, I see a man-probably in his mid-twenties-quickly peek-in, meet my eyes, then quickly move out of the small view allowed through the small window. Not only did I see his eyes widen before he slid out of sight, but I felt my eyes turn into slits from annoyance and anger. I. Am. Fed. Up. With. All. This. Shit.
Without uttering a word, I stand up in the middle of my teacher's train of thought and quickly make my way to the classroom door. I didn't care about the fact that all the people in the room now had their eyes on me. I really didn't. The school couldn't do anything for reasons that I don't want to explain right now. If that man I saw knew who he was dealing with, he'd still be right outside of the classroom. Not only because he would be fired from his job if he wasn't, but also because he probably knew that if I didn't release my anger at him, someone in my school is going to get hurt. I jerk the classroom door open and make my way outside. I grab the man's tie and pull him down to my level.
"What the hell is your name?" I hissed at him.
"Jace. Jace Michaels," he said. His face didn't show any feeling, he looked like he was having a normal conversation with a friend.
"Well, Jace, frikkin stop stalking me at school. Follow me with as large as an entourage as you want outside of school, but stay off campus and DEFINITELY stay out of my way. Tell my father to stop sending formally dressed men after me for my so called 'safety and protection.' Or else I just might have to send a couple of people to the hospital. Got it?!" I said menacingly.
The door to the classroom was wide open having caught onto the magnetic doorstop. All eyes were on me and Jace. If they want a show, they're welcome to watch. My life is just a fudging show to everyone anyway. Everything is way too planned out and controlled that I might as well be clay being squeezed and forced to fit in a mold. Jace held a polite smile on his face. He was cute-scratch that. He was hot. He has to be because he's probably one of those expensive bodyguards that my father seems to think I need. Jace probably went to like some academy for police or something. I don't really have much knowledge about all this "security" kind of stuff. Like all the men who seem to follow me around, he was dressed semi-formal. His black dress shirt had to sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he had a skinny black tie on. He had on dark wash jeans with his shirt untucked.
