I walk into homeroom and sat down and pulled out my phone from my purse. I had a text from Miranda saying that she wasn't feeling well, so she's missing school today. Great, leave me alone on a Friday, and it just so happens that my English teacher told me he liked me. Not that I mind him saying that, I just need some advice from my best friend.
Do I like him? That sounds crazy, right? Me liking my teacher. Ha, who would've thought. I'm not even going to deny it. I like him. I like Bryce. I lo- No I don't love him.
I have English. With him! Yay. I was honestly excited to see how he'd act.
*ding ding* Attention students, homeroom will be extended an extra 10 minutes due to computers being down.
Bryce: Come to my classroom.
Me: Don't you have a homeroom?
Bryce: No
I got up and walked out of my homeroom. We were allowed to be in the halls anyway. I walked to the other side of the school to Bryce's classroom, which took me like four or five minutes.
The door was open but I knocked anyway.
Bryce looked up and smiled. "Hey," he breathed out in relief, "I thought you weren't coming. Shut the door please." He sat up a little in his chair.
"Why wouldn't I?" I smirked, I shut the door and walked over to his desk.
"Because of what I said earlier."
"You like me?"
"Well yeah. There's something about you Carter. As soon as I laid my eyes on you, I knew I had to make you mine." I blushed at his words, but I started to feel uncomfortable.
"Thanks Mr. Parker." I look down and I tuck my hair behind my ear.
"What's wrong?" He gets up and moves closer to me.
I took a step back, "I..I don't know." I turn around and just as I was about to walk out I turned around. "I don't want to do this."
His face dropped. I don't know what got into me, I wasn't feeling it. He made me feel uncomfortable.
I ran out into the hallway and back to homeroom. I felt bad, but I didn't know what was going to happen. Thinking about this morning made me cringe. I think we are just going too fast. I do like him, but maybe it's too soon.
A couple minutes later, the bell rings, finally dismissing homeroom. First period, English. I gather my books and head over to my English classroom.
"Morning class," Mr. Parker remains seated in his seat "how is everyone doing this fine morning?" he asked, rhetorically.
"Good." The whole class, except me, mumbled.
"Wonderful," He said sarcastically, "Get out your textbooks, you all will be reading pages 74 to page 102. Then, do the questions on page 103. Don't bother me with questions, I'll be busy." The whole class groans and kids exchange eye rolls across the room.
Damn, he seems pissed. Does he know that he was moving too fast, we were moving too fast?
I don't bother putting aside the work he's assigned us, so I get to work.
When I open up my book, I take a glance at what all we have to read, I gasp. He looked up and gave me a somewhat evil glance. I ignored that and looked back down.
I finished in the first 40 minutes of class. That means I have another 40 minutes of class left. I need to go to the library. I gather my books and stand up, I straighten out my dress and walk over to his desk.
"Excuse me, Mr. Parker? May I go to the library?" I ask.
"Did you finish your work?" He doesn't look up.
"Yes," I said. He holds out his hand, wanting my paper. I open up my folder and give him my paper. He takes a look at my answers and sets my paper down. "So can I go?"
"You can have a seat." I heard a couple of kids laugh.
"Why? I'm done my work!" I say with anger in my voice. He was starting to piss me off!
"Because I said so, now go sit down, Miss. Davis." He looked up and looked over to my desk. I rolled my eyes and walked away.
The end of class came quick, because I was listening to my music. Everybody finished their work early so the rest of class was loud. Mr. Parker didn't care but he was mad.
Next was Art, then home. Today is a short day because of PARCC testing.
Art passed by quickly as well. I was supposed to get a ride home from Mr. Parker, but I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Looks like I'm taking the bus from now on!
I go to my locker and pack up. I go to close my locker and stand up, I get tapped on the shoulder.
"Hey Carter."
"Nick? Hey, you're in my Art class, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he blushed and started kicking at the wall, "I just thought that you're really pretty and I was wondering if I could get your number?" He smiled.
"Awh Nick, you're so sweet," I gave him a huge smile, "Sure." I gave him my phone number. He looked a bit hesitant of what to do, so I gave him a little hug. Not going to lie he is pretty cute.
"Thanks Carter, I'll text you tonight?" He said, more as a question than a statement.
"Sounds great." I grinned. He walked in the opposite direction of me, he walked towards the parking lot and I walked towards the bus ramp.
I hadn't gotten on my bus in a while. Who do I sit with?
I walk up the steps of my bus, and I see an empty seat, perfect.
I put in my headphones and wait until my stop.
There isn't a lot of kids on my bus, so the ride is short. The bus stops at my house and I get off.
"Thank you." I say to the bus driver.
"You're welcome. Have a good day." She says back.
I unlock the door to my house and put my book bag on the kitchen table, so I could do my homework and eat at the same time. I go into the kitchen and open up the pantry to grab a pack of ramen noodles. As I boil my water, my phone buzzes.
Bryce: Carter, can we talk?
I just ignored his text and plop my uncooked ramen into the pot. Buzz.
Bryce: Please?
Ignored again. Now I'm starting to feel bad. I need to talk to him, but I also need a little break from him. Maybe Nick will help my do that. I smile at the thought.
I take my pot off of the stove and pour the noodles into a bowl, and mix in my chicken flavoring. Buzz.
443-628-302: Hey Carter:)
Me: Hey Nick!
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