Teach Me to Kiss

First lesson

"Just because I accepted your proposition, you didn't have to follow me everywhere," I told her seriously while walking through the hallways. I had math as my first subject and you don't want to be late for it.

"You're so full of yourself," she muttered.

"What did you say?" I stopped and blocked my math class's door.

"Nothing," she said and rolled her eyes.

"Farrah." The name sounded perfect on my lips. 

"Did you step on poo?" Seriously? Poo? Then her words sunk in. I immediately looked at my black nike shoes. There's nothing there. I looked at Farrah but she's gone. Oh well, at least I got rid of her. There's no point in hanging out with a mousy chick and ruin your reputation. I smiled and whistled while going inside the classroom.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked Farrah while she was reading another dumb novel.

"I'm a student here," she deadpanned.

"No, I mean, what are you doing in this class?" I questioned her again and went closer to her table.

When she was about to answer, the bell rang. Almost instantly, students began piling up on the chairs and the last thing I knew, Mr. Fowl was looking at me weirdly.

"What are you standing there for, Greene? Sit down!" I hastily went to the back and sat on my chair where the girls were waiting. I looked up front and sent Mr. Fowl a questioning gaze. He didn't catch it.

"Roll Call," Mr. Fowl bellowed

He mentioned names that I really didn't remember and called me. I just replied with a grunt and bore holes on Farrah's head. Then he called her.

"Farrah Lockhart," Did his voice just softened?

"Here sir," she replied

I was dumbfounded. Farrah was in my class all along and I didn't even notice her? Me? Won't notice a girl like her? Nah, it's true. I don't really go for mousy kind of girls.

While I was thinking of her, I didn't know that Mr. Fowl was calling for my attention.

"Greene, are you deaf?"

"Um? Yes? Ah? What?"

"Answer the equation on the board," he ordered sternly.

I went in front of the board and answered the equation. Just because I'm blond doesn't mean I'm dumb.

I smirked and sat on my sit. The girls were just giggling and clinging onto my arms.

"Hmmm..... Correct," he begrudingly said. My smirk just grew wider.

"Ummm, sir, I would like to clarify that his substitution is wrong on the first part and he changed the signs there and..." She went in front of the board and pointed my mistakes. Mr. Fowl just nodded his head and gave me a 'hmm! Not so handsome now, are you?' look.

I just scowled and glared at Farrah. She just smirked and shrugged. Then Mr. Fowl and Farrah went into a world of their own discussing about math related topics and laughing like math was the funniest thing in the world.

I looked around me and saw my classmates were already talking, throwing papers at each other, texting and etc. I mean seriously?

"Hey, Andrew, want to go to my house tonight?" The girl, Samantha? I guess, asked me and twirled a strand of her hair while looking at me through her long lashes. She's sexy and all but I can't help but think of the situation right now.

"Does this class always go like this?" I questioned Sabbatha.

"Yup," she said, popping the 'p'.