Evan High (De Revenge)

Ten

AN: hey guys,  I wanted to say a big thank you to those that are reading my story. I can't believe that my story has passed 1k reads!! *Squealing* and *dancing* You guys are the best👍, really. Also I'll be needing some covers for the other chapters of my story. Would really love to receive covers from anyone that knows how to make or knows some one who can. So you could just PM me. Love💞 Joicee.
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Dedicated to @NovaGhimire

Kenton POV.

I walked into room 709, was having Economics. My best course of all. I was fifteen minutes late though it wasn't like I did it intentionally. Had my reasons. No matter what, I still always had my way of passing the course. All courses.

"You're late. Please let it not repeat itself again." Mr Bradford said. I nodded my head like i cared. 

 The class looked dull. Sounds of fingers tapping the table, legs hitting the ground in the same pattern and a little murmuring.  Wow! I knew right then that sleep wasn't going to be the topic that I would be learning In the class. 

Which was totally the irony. 

Searching round the class for a sit, I saw two free spaces.

A girl who was ransacking through her bag was sitting to the closest.

Getting by her side, I tapped her,"Is someone here?"

"Actually, n-"she paused after looking up at me.

It was Sandy. Nice! She was also taking this course. 

 "Yeah. The seat is taken."she completed.

Was totally expecting that. Really don't know why she hated me so much. 

I just moved to the second space at her back and sat down. Just then, like magic, James asked if the seat was taken and she honestly said No! Smiling to the extent that I thought her jaw was going to fall off.

He mouthed a "thank you", sat down and whispered something into her ears causing her to giggle. 

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. I knew why she was behaving like this but I really didn't care. I just wanted to finish the class and get the freak out!

"Miss Brown, is there any problem?" Mr Economics asked noticing her giggle. 

"No sir."she replied, a little bit flushed. 

He nodded and started the teaching. 

Have you always had this feeling of wanting the class to finish but it keeps getting longer than expected. Like a class of 2 hours feeling like that of 200 years. Because that fucking happens to me a lot!

I just stared at the old fashioned roughly looking man who happened to be teaching only God knows what. Cause I totally wasn't listening.

I slept for some time and woke up.

Staring at my watch, was kind of an habit of mine especially when you're forced to stay in a very dry class like this.

An hour and a half passed. I was getting relieved before Mr Bradford told us to bring out a sheet of paper and a pen for a short test.

"I don't want to hear any conversation or talking of any sort. Okay?"he said.

"Yes sir!" everyone chorused.

How will I write a damn test that I didn't even bother paying attention to the topic! 

Knowing so well that if I do not pass the test, I'll be called by the old man to listen to the story of my life.

I panicked a bit.

You can do this.  I said to calm myself.

The old man wrote the questions on the board and sat down.

I stared at the board for ten minutes, then my eyes darted around the class. Almost everyone was writing something down while I was just staring. Then I saw one of the most disgusting thing in my life. Mr Bradford first finger was inside his left ear which moved from there to his nostrils, then to his mouth. 

Damn!  Such a dirty act. 

"Ten minutes left."he said causing me to realize that I haven't written anything down. So I focused back on the questions. What the hell was Perfectly Inelastic Supply? Or Perfectly inelastic Demand? 

I sighed and decided to scribble down at least something. Sandy turned to look at me, then faced front back. She kept glancing towards my side which made me smile. Guess my face was too appealing. Who could resist such an handsome face? 

At the sound of the bell, Mr Bradford who had funnily enough dosed off almost fell off from his chair. Most of the students chuckled and giggled while Sandy was trying so hard to swallow her laughter. 

"Okay. Time's up!!" he shouted. Almost everyone stood up to submit their papers and leave. 

I watched as Sandy and James stood up to submit theirs. Sandy turned again for the fifth time in this class to glance at me, obviously thinking that I didn't notice. 

"Miss Brown, please could you help me bring the school's register in the hall room. Seems like I forgot to bring it along with me."the old man said searching through the table. "If you don't see it, ask the janitor. She entered after I left to clean the place."

"Alright sir."she mumbled the words out. I quickly stood up and submitted my paper then left the class. 

I was walking through the hallway. Sandy's head was down. 

A frown on her face and she kept grumbling.

I didn't even notice Derek and Jeremy passed by me. All I was just doing was watching her. Didn't even mind my steps until I bumped into a wall. 

Damn it!!

That stung a lot. But I didn't still care. I kept walking. 

Wait. I was following Sandy. Why the hell would I be doing that? 

Maybe because she was stealing glances at me. But what do I care. She hated me with passion, I could see it in her eyes. Those eyes could murder a mafia. 

By coincidence, the janitor was walking towards our direction. Probably coming out from the hall room. 

As she stopped to talk to the old woman, I stopped too, just watching them. 

"Excuse me, sorry, did you see any register while you cleaned the hall way? It's for the Economics teacher and I was sent to get it."she kindly asked the woman. 

"Oh yes. I kept it for him. It's up the big shelf by the end of the room. "

"Thanks MA."she appreciated and kept walking towards the hall. Obviously! I followed. 

When she entered the hall room and walked to the end, realization hit me. 

I still didn't know why I was there. I just entered quietly. 

I was behaving like a stalker. Or a thief. 

What was I going to say if she saw me? Then I thought to myself that it's better to leave.

Turning to leave,  I took one last look at her and noticed her leg slip from the tall stool.

I didn't even know what happened but all I can tell is that, she fell into my widely opened arms. The register and her left shoe flying in the air.  

Guess it was a rush of adrenaline that made me get to her position.

A creepy smile formed on my cheeks by her surprise.

If she asked me why I was in the hall room, I just had a perfect answer for her.