Angel // H.S a.u

Chapter 1

Stella's P.O.V.

Stay awake, Estrella. Don't close your eyes for longer than five seconds. Stay awoke! I tell myself. But my unresponsive eyelids get heavier than before. Which is quite funny, last night, all I did was complain about not being able to sleep. And now, I'm upset about not being able to sleep during classes.

Up all night studying; more like binge watching some of my favorite YouTube channels, was probably not the best idea for me. Me. Who needs more than five hours of sleep to function properly.

I rub my eyes for the tenth time this half hour, craving a seven hour long nap or a good caffeine product to keep me up for weeks.

My lids begin to dive me into a peaceful darkness. Almost like a blanket for my pupils to stay warm, while my body relaxes deeper into my uncomfortable desk chair.

"Stella,"

Let me sleep. I almost say it out loud, before realizing it's my science teacher who calls my name.

My head jolts straight up, coming face to face with an angered Mr. Wong. My insides turn upside down, scared for my life. Well, scared for my permanent file. I'm hoping to get into the best college closet to home.

Just the thought of him handing me a detention slip gives me an upset stomach. Hopefully he's in a good mood today. Pfft, yeah right. When is this man seen smiling? Let alone, laughing.

"Stella, I'm talking to you. Why were you falling asleep in my class? Does my classroom look like a bedroom?" He raises his voice, making me shrink down into my seat. Desperately hoping this is just a bad dream from my short little nap.

But the quiet audience who's watching intently makes me come to reality. This is for real. And I'm in deep trouble for falling asleep in class.

Deep breaths, Estrella.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wong. I've been up all night studying for an upcoming test in Mrs. Higgins class." I half lie, feeling sick in the stomach from all the tension.

My middle finger begins to scratch away at my thumb, knowing I'll regret it later.

At least I'm not lying wholly. Part of it is true. I was supposed to study all night, but ended up watching Rob Dyke.

"Stella, I'm hopeful you're telling me the truth. Now, I usually don't do this to other students in trouble. But since you're an all A's student in my class, I'll let this one little mistake fly by as if it was nothing. Let's just not find you falling asleep in any more classes. Okay?" He points his finger at me, as if tsking at me like a parent would to a bad kid.

I slowly nod, sighing out a 'thank you' to him.

*

"I still can't believe he actually let you go freely, without a detention slip!" Bertha's already big eyes, widen, looking at me in shock.

"Me neither! I must admit, Stella, you're one lucky son of a bitch." Gabriella laughs, slapping my arm lightly.

"Look, I'm just happy my permanent files don't have any detention slips written on it." I smile, winking at my friends.

"Also, I got you something, Gabs!" I add, almost forgetting I had bought her a birthday present.

"Stells, you shouldn't have!" She raises her left hand, pretending to wipe away a fake tear.

"I also got you a present, but you'll get the chance to open it up tonight." Bertha says, sitting up on top of a picnic table.

"Thank you, ladies! You really shouldn't waste your money on me. Especially, if you can use the money to go shopping." She smiles widely at us while opening up the small wrapped box.