(CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER 56)
Chapter 57
Justin
The bell rang, indicating that first period is up. I dismissed myself out from the girls who flirted with me as I made my way directly to my first class; Calculus. I've never been interested to this subject and i'm very most likely to ditch this one but then this month, my ditching record was beyond the record and that leads me to forcefully just attend this class (for the mean time) even though I apparently don't want to.
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I settled myself to a seat infront of where Miley's seat was because I'd probably bother her the whole time rather than listening to some dumb lectures.
Right after a minute, Mrs. Jensen arrived, wearing her obnoxious face as usual. She introduced us a new topic thats still connects calculus but I was barely paying attention because I was curious about Miley not arriving yet. She might probably be ditching again.
I advert my gaze and sneakily took my phone out from my pocket to contact Miley when Mrs. Jensen wrote 'who-knows-what'.
And with my surprise...
"Mr. Bieber, is that a phone?" I heard Mrs. Jensen asked but instead of answering her pathetic question- I just rolled my eyes and acted like I didn't noticed her.
"Mr. BIEBER!" She yelled, loudly enough to make all the students' attention divert to me.
"what do you want?!" I hissed, she was just soo annoying and I'm not in the mood to deal with her b*llshit today.
"don't give me that kind of attitude Mr. Bieber. Now, are you texting in my class?" She asked monotonously.
"obviously." I scoffed and class started laughing. How humorless could this old woman be?!
"don't smarten me up Mr. Bieber, you're being disrespectful.
hand me that phone, I'm confiscating it" she said
"What?! My phone?!" I asked, lifting up my voice. A hint of pure anger towards her.
"yes" she said and simply nodded
"f*ck no. I'm not gonna give my dang phone to anyone" I protested
"watch your own set of language Mr. Bieber. either hand it to me or to the principal" she said
"no, I'm not giving it to anyone. It's my personal belonging and no one has the right to take it away from me" I hissed
"it's in the Class' Rules; no one is allowed to use gadgets during class hours" she said
"honestly, I don't give a sh*t about that." I smartly told her.
"that's it! You're going to the principal's office. NOW!" she ordered, giving me a death glare.
"okay, so...you're sending me to the Principal's office for not giving you my personal belonging?" I snorted and everyone in class went; 'Ooooo'
"I'm sending you to the Principal's office for being disrespectful and for using inappropriate languages" she said
"okay fine, I'll go." I scowled and went directly to the exit but then I thought of a better comeback, thats why I paused and cleared my throat loudly enough to capture all of their attention back to me again.
"okay one last word; F*ck You MotherF*cker!" I said out aloud
Mrs. Jensen gasped and gave me her famous death glare again. I bet she was about to explode since her face turned red and I swear she seems like a bull.
I wasn't even feeling guilty and I'm not even regretting any of the things I've said because I meant all of it, I had enough of Mrs. Jensen's b*llsh*t.
Oh great, now I'm sent to the Principal's office for the 'god-knows-how-long' th this month but who am I kidding?! There's no way in hell would I be confronting with that douchbag *coughcough* that principal.
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"okay, I don't know whats wrong with you but I really think that there's some problem with your brain or something!" I heard someone say and I'm sure it was familiar...
Miley.
Voices were echoing in every hallway but I couldn't find them. I've heard alot of slapping sounds and squeaks but I couldn't figure where it really came from that's why I ended up pacing from left to right while bawling my knuckles (a sign of panicking. A real odd habit of mine.)
"I hate you Miley!" A girl yelled and I was like; dang it! (in a good certain way) Now I know exactly where the noises came from.
I ran as fast as I could because I heard Miley groaning in agony. What the hell were they doing? Is Miley okay?!
I ran pass the lockers, the janitor's closet (memories of me and Miley), restrooms and finally the corridor which was located right next to the basketball court.
My eyes widened while my chest started to beat in an abnormal beating when I saw Miley getting beaten up. Miley just looks so fragile and innocent...why did she got into a fight?.
*SLAP!*
Miley winced from the pain when the girl she was fighting with, unexpectedly hit her in the face. I regain and accelerated my running speed towards them to protect Miley but it was too late. I was too late. Someone already did the part which I was ought to be doing.
"He-Hey! Hey!" the guy who took my place chanted as he pushed the girl who hit Miley away from Miley who was now welled up with tears in her eyes.
"Austin?!" I heard Miley whimpered.
"shh...its okay Miley. I'm here now, don't worry." He cooed and hugged Miley.
That bastard Austin Mahone!.
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