the call // reed deming

chapter 11

-Reeds POV-

"Who do you think you are? You always think you're better than everyone else. But guess what? You're not. You're nothing like you are on the Internet that's for sure." 'The tweet read. Who does this person think they are? To judge me? They probably don't even know anything about me. Probably just a random hater' I thought. This wasn't the first time I have gotten hate tweets oh no. But for some reason this one affected me the most. Why shall I care about some persons opinion? I probably don't know them; and they don't know me.

I then sighed. I quickly replied to the hate tweet. The bell rang signaling class is starting. Great. Like this day can not get any better...

-Celine's POV-

"You shouldn't have done that Celine. That's so not cool." Andrea said.

"I know it's not. I already hit sent though. It's too late." I told her.

"But still-" she tried to argue before I cut her off, "I know I know. But it should put him in his place. He needs to know."

The bell then rang. Next class has to be with mr. Deming. I don't need to see him and his smart remarks. No. I walked into the room. There were barely anyone in the room yet. Of course only the people who think it'll make a difference if they come early or not.

"Oh. It's you."

Great. Five minutes here and I've already being insulted.

"Uh yea. I'm always here. Considering this is my class dumby." I said while rolling my eyes at him.

"Whatever just move you're taking up most of the space on the desk" he complained.

As you can notice he has to sit next to me. I don't know why. Ask my teacher. The rest of the class was silent. What happened to him? Did I cause him to act like this...I don't know why but I felt slightly guilty.