Whispers Of A Lover

Chapter Two

I enter my class in stealth mode keeping my head down and my hair in my face, hoping it will make me seem slightly less visible. I slide into my desk at the back far right corner of the room. On the first week of school I sat in the front of the class an eager student wanting to learn. The spit wads and paper balls hurled at the back of my head insured that my placement there was not permanent. So now I sit in the back silently, only answering the occasional question from the teacher.

"Hey four eyes" I roll my eyes, haven't heard that one before I think to myself sarcastically. I look up to see Dean Flanning a guy that's like seven feet tall and built like a mountain. "Yes Dean" I ask him as politely as possible not trying to stir more problems than needed.

"I forgot to write my English essay, have any solutions for me" he asks crossing his arms and lifting up an eyebrow. "Yeah, do your homework" I utter hiding my face further behind my curtain of hair instantly regretting saying it.

He looks at me in shock that slowly transitions to anger, he places his hands on my desk leaning close to my face the smell of the Wrigley's gum he is chewing snaking into my nostrils, "what was that four eyes?" He says to me in a low gutteral voice.

"I said-" I was about to tell him I would do his homework for him but our teacher, Coach Rick a balding forty year old with a pot belly whisks into the room "Morning class" he barks out as if he is a drill Sargent his eyes scanning over the room "Flanning, that doesn't look like your assigned seat" Coach Rick says to Dean.

Dean stares at me for a couple more seconds "Damn it Flanning I'm talking to ya" Coach shouts out.

"This isn't over" he whisper to me then pushes himself off my desk causing it to move backwards a bit making me jump.

"Great now lets begin. Take out your text books and go to chapter three" Coach says rattling off some more instructions. I just sit there contemplating how my funeral will go I have always liked roses, maybe they can put roses on my casket, as i'm sitting there wondering how bad Flanning will beat me up for my unusual snarky come back someone kicks my desk.

I look over to desk next to me and see Michael, a kid that is in the same boat as me, that would be the nerd boat in case you where wondering. He suffers much more severely considering he has braces, bad acne and glasses.

He passes me a note and I fold it open and see, "Good luck, it was nice knowing you" scrawled on it I just groan, but I know he is right. I am so dead I should have just done the stupid paper for him, even if it meant missing lunch.

I put my head on my desk, "Avery your book isn't out, and there is no sleeping in my class" Coach tells me. I sigh out loud and get the text book from under my desk even though I already did this assignment last week due to the fact that Coach always makes us do book work on Tuesdays and I finish early every time, but I didn't tell him that, it would only paint the target on my back slightly bigger. I pull out a piece of paper to start on next weeks work, though I don't see the point I will be dead by the end of the day.